we morning rise and almost wake to seldom see and never know mid images both real and fake we flounder through our daily go but is it what our hearts require or is it merely nettling to live on less than we desire and slowly perish settling?
we morning rise and almost wake to seldom see and never know mid images both real and fake we flounder through our daily go but is it what our hearts require or is it merely nettling to live on less than we desire and slowly perish settling?
I can attest to the fact that settling is like poison to the soul.
It is.