Memory
If there is one thing left after we’re gone,
one small thing that matters,
even an echo in a canyon,
even a faint scent
Cimmy’s Garden
Excerpt from The Garden - Bitter Roots
The Plant - A Steampunk Story - excerpt
Excerpt from Chapter 3 - The Beanstalk
Julia: Because I’m Me
Because I’m me, I get to feel the thunder,
and see how life expands inside a bloom.
Because I’m me I dare to
Julie: The Unreality
You can’t assert nothing is real while taking in reality through your senses.
Nothing is what you thought, nothing is permanent, nothing has fixed