Running low, here and now I try to cross the meadows of my mind, and though you are not without your doubts, I stumble onward. Virtue comes looking at me through the glass of a rain soaked window. I try to grasp a semblance of your shadow. Carry on, marching forward, quickly, men, up aheadContinue reading “OnWard; Interim to Battle Confusion, and Battle Confusion….”
The ingenious bullshit my brain spews on a daily basis
Just A Girl In A Whirl 