Thursday Therapy Thoughts
Sometimes your lunch spills on the
concrete and it feels like a poem.
One of those days…
One of those days…
Ond of those days where the veil feels thin.
Where heaven and earth are dancing.
Sometimes your lunch spills on the
concrete and it feels like a poem.
One of those days…
Ond of those days where the veil feels thin.
Where heaven and earth are dancing.