With God's grace, I persevere
Someday, we're gonna reach it
“He who loves flies, runs, and rejoices; he is free and nothing holds him back.” (oops, left out a
Do tears not yet spilled wait in small lakes? -- Pablo Neruda
Nothing lasts forever except, perhaps, the will to begin anew
walk me out in the morning dew
Reflecting on a conversation.
Waiting to be swept away.
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
your face towards the sun
Behold, I am with you ...
A longing for the open road