DandelionSeeds

The winds blow my soul away, whats left is nothing more then what you'd expect. The currents wash shells onto the seashore and we'll pick them up under the setting afternoon sun. How i wish that day would come, i have many days ahead but never enough. I dream the impossible and live my life like one. Imagination is the cause of beautiful writing and so is emotion. MuchLove, DandelionSeeds