
History of Me
I took some pictures. Things I’ve seen a thousand times or more. If home is where my memories live, these are the things that the walls are made of. Continue reading History of Me
I took some pictures. Things I’ve seen a thousand times or more. If home is where my memories live, these are the things that the walls are made of. Continue reading History of Me
Appreciate I cannot stand to see the way people make people cry. I cannot breathe when I see the suffering and struggling denied. Why can’t we all help each other to live our honest best? Why do we allow one dishonest soul to spoil it for the rest? Before you rise remember how precious is the dawn, With all the world must face, it’s a … Continue reading Appreciate, a poem