The early morning rays of sun creeping through the blinds are tragically dull. There is an overwhelmingly grim and hopeless cloud over the black hole that is my heart. The lack… Read more “Spark in the Dark”
The early morning rays of sun creeping through the blinds are tragically dull. There is an overwhelmingly grim and hopeless cloud over the black hole that is my heart. The lack… Read more “Spark in the Dark”
A Stirring Heart 