anlewis41Feb 2, 20201 min read#fragmentsfromsolitarysoulsupon crossing the thresholdexplosions erupt and few survive.I can feel his hand as once againmy head is held under the watertaking my last breaththru energy my hand in his we touch0 views0 commentsPost not marked as liked
upon crossing the thresholdexplosions erupt and few survive.I can feel his hand as once againmy head is held under the watertaking my last breaththru energy my hand in his we touch
To question words...To question, the words I put on paper as if I need approval...for shame...these words are mine, I write them as I speak them, they are of my heart and soul, meaningful and true, there is no answer or