When Dawn Feels Like Forgiveness
There’s a strange kind of mercy in the morning.When the first light touches your eyelids, it doesn’t ask who you were yesterday.It doesn’t remember the
On My Behalf
There’s a strange kind of mercy in the morning.When the first light touches your eyelids, it doesn’t ask who you were yesterday.It doesn’t remember the
Whenever I wrote something it came from a place of sadness, anger and despair. My words were etched with this burning need to do something