Spirit of spring
Rose-breeze shimmer spill the spark open shadow-clouds ajar, journey far. You melt my heart. whisper ghosts away and breathe to soothe my scars lull the cue to curl my toes. […]
Daily Archives: February 27, 2017
How confidence can crumble
I miss the days when girls would giggle in my presence as I flushed, embarrassed; I miss how my intestines wriggled; when mortified I searched. for pimples, or an open […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 