Sometimes I don’t want to be perceived. And other times I wa..
Sometimes I don’t want to be perceived. And other times I want to be gently adored and stared at like a work of art. I can never tell which version of me is going to wake up each morning, mysterious forest witch or clingy golden retriever.
Today it’s a mix.
If you were here, I’d be demanding forehead kisses but pretending it was your idea.