You know, I sure have never seen the inside of the eye of the storm, but you’ve heard the stories, right? That…in the dead center, if you were to stand there, it is deathly calm, and there is a barricade of wind stopping the destruction from entering that very middle. I imagine that they call […]
hope. alone. is oftentimes, enough…
If you don’t go bravely, you would remain naive, about your own reflection.
I fought myself for 20 years and my self won, but, I’m far from finished.