Lovely Keaira
Something like the pages of my diary. A place where I don't have to hide, I can be myself. Somewhere I can release all my thoughts and reveal to you the real me.
This is Me / The Tea / Twitter
I love waking up to rustling leaves. Chirping birds and crickets. I love hearing the whistling wind, and the wind chimes. The smell of honeysuckles and rain.
