remember back when we were littleand we read “The Giver”? that momentwhen the world clicks into color? i always thought that the writing therewas hyperbole, and yet when you wrapped your arms around me and...
Nothing sweeter, nothing functionslike such salve on the burns of worry,nothing reignites the fireKnowing that the thing that’s beeneating at your soul isn’t your burdenalone to bearNo, that you are not alone in the darkness...
