A place where you can be human.
It’s becoming a distant place
A fire burns alone
Warming only the rug
The rug stained from dinner
And Netflix
The door so familiar, cracked a pinch
And the walls are stuffed full
With scents of home cooked meals
And baked cookies
Not at the tips of my fingers
But it’s there I know it
♡Saschia
Jayne is a writer. On her free time she likes to be with her family hiking outdoors and traveling. New England is her home and place of birth. When asked what she wants to teach the world she replied, "Don't stop searching. Too many times, in my old life, I put my search aside for more 'important matters.' I didn't realize the thing I was searching for held what was most important; my soul purpose." Jayne works daily on improving her craft and at times can get down on herself, but her favorite morning mantra is "It's a new day." and that's what she strives to start with. View more posts
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