perhaps i am just too tired my hearts fire too soon expired for You i see in gray many miles…
Variety
It isn’t easy treading the paths of St. Olaf, knowing what I know. That there are things many of us…
I wrap my hands in reassurance And strike the trapped sand of my temperament Until it spins beneath its chains…
Ryszard Siwiec set himself on fire because he believed in a cause. I love my clothing too much to self-immolate….
My heart is yours