I write; therefore, I'll be.
Maybe he knows, maybe he doesn't but, he touches me. He touches me, without actually touching me. The way he looks at me, touches me. His words have a way of, touching me. The way he says my name, touches me. The way that he listens to me, touches me. He just has a way… Continue reading He Touches Me
Photo by Henry & Co. on Pexels.com We often hit walls. We either hit the wall hard because we are not looking or we just barely hit the wall because we weren't sure if it was there at all. But you know what? It's what happens after we hit that matters. We either stand there… Continue reading Hitting Walls
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