reawakening
sunlight crashes through bleak winter awakens minds awakens mine ultraviolet bliss burns my skin tickles my soul awakens my deep cold thoughts black fades into gray and the sun polishes silver into the breeze =>
sunlight crashes through bleak winter awakens minds awakens mine ultraviolet bliss burns my skin tickles my soul awakens my deep cold thoughts black fades into gray and the sun polishes silver into the breeze =>
Tough connections Me: “Jeeeez Gramps, doesn’t it seem weird to call this job ‘painting’ when we only paint about once in every ten days.” My Grandpa: “You know… some of our competitors just show up to a job with brush… Continue Reading