Insomnia’s 4am haiku-like substance
Flesh never knows where the spirit goes or perceives what the spirits sees <_><_><_><_><_><_><_> This morning at 4am, those words formed a song in my head, the song became a round. After looking… Continue reading
Flesh never knows where the spirit goes or perceives what the spirits sees <_><_><_><_><_><_><_> This morning at 4am, those words formed a song in my head, the song became a round. After looking… Continue reading