Nobody Asks How You Are
Nobody asks you how you are Because you checked in with your stories, you’re alive And your skin is glowing you must be fine and… Read More »Nobody Asks How You Are
Nobody asks you how you are Because you checked in with your stories, you’re alive And your skin is glowing you must be fine and… Read More »Nobody Asks How You Are
When you’ve got everyone’s back and your own remains in the open, remember that you’re like a weathered rock; broken, but still solid.