The past is talking. I’ve always felt embarrassed to learn it’s been learned before. As if to boot the dust of blood, the little rage and smaller purpose in these days, there’s no good in our voice, less good in our hearts, and I am ashamed.
big on love, tolerance, and the human potential
The past is talking. I’ve always felt embarrassed to learn it’s been learned before. As if to boot the dust of blood, the little rage and smaller purpose in these days, there’s no good in our voice, less good in our hearts, and I am ashamed.