A story~epitome, collections of antiquated as well as new, verbiage,tapped…
You fake love for freedom, petrified by her untamed eye,Pretend to treasure will but scrabble heavens for lucky…
I have a journal. I don’t write in it every day, just when I have a thought I want to save…
“Churchgoer Sees Jesus in a Mocha.” Can’t we picture such a headline in our news feeds? We have seen…