Find you, understand you, sweetheart. Your purpose is paramount to the functionality of that relationship.
I’m indeed bereaved to house this woman in my soul and clothe her in my unanimous body. Grits of pain and misconceptions.
I have a room filled with surprises and ugly monopolies. Another, with truths I’d never tell and lies I’ll take till I’m two days away from my death day.
My area description:
I place my one liter water bottle to my left, Bible to my right, phone to my thigh or table and laptop to my fingers.
Then I think, how do I enter this whirlwind?
The wind might be rusty or calm, but still I’m inside. Almost blinded by the rush of winds…