
If I Could Meet You Now
Only from the outside does it look like bravery. On the inside, I’m just like you. Come, what urgency beckons you to your destiny with me?
Only from the outside does it look like bravery. On the inside, I’m just like you. Come, what urgency beckons you to your destiny with me?
When your heart is left with the remnants, still smoldering from a ravaged battlefield, a hill or two become more than a routine, they become a heraldic urgency of sorts. Just another dizzying, hazy early morning acclivous brisk treading, what … Continue reading