May 9, 2012March 23, 2013 All one Alone. With my grief. With my anger. With my fear. Tears feel good. Something is moving again. My heart. Share this:TwitterFacebookLike this:Like Loading... Related
Thanks Karl, I know. Poetry, song, story. All come from our experiences, whether joyous or sad. Reply
Thanks Karl, I know. Poetry, song, story. All come from our experiences, whether joyous or sad.