Even beggars think enough of themselves to expect the alms. Yet you don’t even own a bowl.
December 30, 2015
We won’t forget the unrelatable moments of emptiness. When the freedom we had once brandished as a flag turned into a freezing sword of guilt, of having left what we once had. When the fog around us got too thick, too thick to see anything, when fear knocked back on our doors, to suck all our ...