The funk of becoming.
My hands are so soft today, thought Micheal. It’s like I’m melting. It’s 105° degrees Fahrenheit with the heat index figured…
The funk of becoming.
My hands are so soft today, thought Micheal. It’s like I’m melting. It’s 105° degrees Fahrenheit with the heat index figured…
Bringing real feelings along with messages of inspiration and imagination to life. Awakening is the symptom of my infectious condition. Poetry is my condition.