Sep 2018
I'm waiting on a letter to tell me things are better....but i fear the horse and rider are lost in the hills of my imagination.
Climbing attempting to reach high ground to touch the light. So many stars too dark to see too bright.
Sleep my philly, I'll have a nap. Too lit to cross the River. Tomorrow we'll see better regain our sight.... daytime is never quit as bright as the matins' starry night
Climbing attempting to reach high ground to touch the light. So many stars too dark to see too bright.
Sleep my philly, I'll have a nap. Too lit to cross the River. Tomorrow we'll see better regain our sight.... daytime is never quit as bright as the matins' starry night
The most important thing is not me nor us but your sister....I seek not pity as I have enough on my own. I just wish these seeds of hate and distrust had never found they're way into the ground
