Ink Stained Soul…

Confessions of all things that come to mind. Basking in the wonder around. Blanket fort secret keeper of  mysteries of the imagination. Devotion, obsession, passion aligning with support. Dancing a delicate dance with every complexity. Feeling experiences the way music makes me soar. Making the most sacred of pinky promises with the same fingers digging in your body as I cling to it.
Rare.
That is how I must experience love.
Because that is what I encompass; Rarity…