Aug 2015
The nouns of my life are fading.
I'm left standing at an
uncomfortable cliff.
And the winds of
change keep
whispering,
"Do you
fade or
fly?"
I'm left standing at an
uncomfortable cliff.
And the winds of
change keep
whispering,
"Do you
fade or
fly?"
The original works and writings of Jason Deegan.
All Rights Reserved. ©2015
All Rights Reserved. ©2015
