I’m not your typical guy.
I vividly remember the first day I learned that I love my independence. I was in elementary school…
Your hand rubs freshly trimmed hairOn the back of my headLike a wave of wind over tall grassUndulating…
“Hi, Mr. Bakir. Is Sada home?”
I’m going open up a little in this blog to tell a part of my story that most people don’t know so that you can see where God brought me from and how He has incredibly blessed me beyond measure, more than I will ever deserve.
ㅤ ㅤ my mind moves with the ESTㅤ ㅤ ㅤ with six more weeks of coldㅤㅤpromised. ㅤ so here’s a…
There you arewhere you been?Thoughts unspokengo unseen
or is it?
love is love,or is it?