Sam shot a look at her from his spot on the carpet next to what was quickly becoming a mini demolition derby. Elsie clapped a hand over her mouth guiltily. “Sorry. No more questions, I promise.” She set the paper down carefully and then looked back at Sam. “Can I color?”
We weren’t always filmmakers—at the start, all we wanted to do was share a story.
We were never destined for a galaxy together
It goes like this.
If lovers had wishes; no, stop there.
I often find myself a host for pain
but here's what gives me pause;