A bit of many pieces tied up together into a bunch, like a broom or a market or an orchestra or a person. | Learning to love God so I can love you. | Lyry’s
We move forward with only passion, love, honesty. No uncertainty. No chasing shadows. No reducing ourselves to fit any mould. No time wasters. If it doesn't spark joy, it ends. We love, hard. We dance, wild. We fight, passionately. We dream, without inhibition.