Last spring, before we knew exactly what was happening, the crushing unknown kept us awake at night. With our schedules cleared and our plans cancelled, we had no where to hide from ourselves. We tried running, we tried numbing, we tried crying we tried laughing
Poetry: A vaccine for the soul
Poetry: A vaccine for the soul
Poetry: A vaccine for the soul
Last spring, before we knew exactly what was happening, the crushing unknown kept us awake at night. With our schedules cleared and our plans cancelled, we had no where to hide from ourselves. We tried running, we tried numbing, we tried crying we tried laughing