Coven Of My Darkest Secrets

Are you not the ONE? Vaguely in my DREAMS FRAY away not from me In your PRESENCE, my REFUGE, I seek my SOLACE My ESCAPISM from this futile, jaded BEING Of endless SORROW and fested with FALLACIES Encased in a SNOWGLOBE Imbued with LONGING Upon the RETURN Of your second COMING

The POWER of retail therapy

An uplifting meal, no matter how delectable, can never harvest as much happiness as retail therapy. Flourishing cheeks, scintillating dancing tears, ahhhh....the felicitation sense of an achievement has never been so highly gratified. A source of sustenance, my means of subsistence.

I missed retail therapy but due to unforseen circumstances, this regular activity of mine has been put on hold till further notice. Awwww....