Mothers are the place that we call home. On them we rest our heads and close our eyes. There's no one else who grants the same soft peace, happiness, contentment, sweet release, erasing righttime tears with lullabies, restoring the bright sun that makes us bloom.
Nick Gordon...A fuel-less flame is nothing but a wraith, However wrought, if unsustained by passion.
Nick GordonHalloween wraps fear in innocence, as though it were a lightly sour sweet. Let terror, then, be turned into a treat.
Nick Gordon