This is how we disappear…and the hope, curdles into rage
Day: June 19, 2019
I shivered one more time not sure if it was due to how my life had turned out or the cold night wind blowing through my barely covered body. I cringed as tears blurred my vision. If only I saw…
We die that we may be born…again. What does this mean to you? Send your thoughts to me via DM on IG (@thegraceola) . . Photo from Pexels
Memories should be memorable…create ones you’ll enjoy remembering?