i feel all of a sudden stripped bare left in the cold, reaching for something to hold they say the father up above is looking down in love and all i must do is abide abide. to be still. to rest, rest in the rivers of … Continue reading rise.
fake it till you make it yell "those" kids that's what they all say maybe that's how they made it up there am i right? i try, try, try to be someone that i'm not i'm an oughtta-be, wanna-be, gotta-be the cycles of strife surge … Continue reading no longer wanna-be