He liked me because I was brave

It’s dark outside and there are night owls hooting. There’s sounds of bats and the rustling of leaves amid darkness and chilly winds. I don’t know what’s happened to me. I lean closer to my lover and he comforts with his strong embrace. Inside the warmly lit room, we’re safe under covers from the unknown

Happy artists

Stumbling across unknown happy artists who are having fun, and spreading the joy to anyone and everyone willing to listen