“ Thoughts as warm as a silky summer rain, flowing over the edge of my soul's gentle.not tides returning them along the shoreline to laughing gulls. Basith
“ We all have our safe places, where none are invited. They are lonely rooms full of the musk of memory. Sanctuary rather than adventure. Basith
“ LOOK AT MY BLOOD FLOWERS, BECAUSE I WRITE WITH A SERENE SHARP BLADE THAT SOOTHES. AS MUCH AS CUTS INTO THE DEEPEST PARTS OF MY SOUL. Basith
