This Is A Prayer For All Of The Trying Hearts
When we first shook hands, I wasn’t myself: newly aged out of my teenage years and on an escapade in a foreign city to celebrate the ending of the decade while brazenly welcoming the next.
When we first shook hands, I wasn’t myself: newly aged out of my teenage years and on an escapade in a foreign city to celebrate the ending of the decade while brazenly welcoming the next.