Face your fears. Face your tears. Face your future. Face your years.
Face your heart aches. Face your pain. Face the trauma you've faced again.
Facebook. FaceTime. Face-to-Face. Oh the places you will go when you satisfy a face.
If only I could be in the field with Rumi, with my soul in the grass.
I'll be there very soon. I just removed my face-mask.
By: Thrystan Tate