Fliyin with your love my Goddess the butterfly has been hardened in the cocoon and is not afraid of the bee, the Bear Cub or the bird. FOr through deep pain the seasons will renew the bitter root to birth the exact frequency which emits her imminence. Inside the cocoon the remnants of the butterfly’s supposed treasures. All there to mask the tiny…Read More

The cocoon picked up and treasured by the Goddess in the Garden of supreme ecstasy. Polished away the rotted tears matted down against the cocoon shell exposing pores that could swell for the buitterfly trapped inside to breathe. Flickering just one pore could expose a sweet slide as the butterfly soon realized that the cocoon was temporary. Just…Read More

To dream of my Goddess is to listen to my heartbeat located like a luscious Red jewel nestled inside the plush pillow. Some Fools of day past assume the treasure box must be broken open cracking the lock and ripping the sides so completely that perhaps it may takes years for someone tender to loveingly sew the stray seams together again. For in…Read More