An ornate and gold-edged book, of which inside are secrets even she doesn't know or understand. But tucked all through it are leaflets of paper, as if she'd rather not write in the book its self. Except on the first empty page of the book is written in exquisite, flowing penmanship her full name. ~ Lavender Cecelia Morgan.
Tuesday, 13 February 2018
So much in life seems to be on repeat. I feel as if I am stuck in a bog, not looking back...but not moving forward. Just... Stuck... eternally alone.