More random blogging
It’s needful for the peace of a people, peace of the human heart, peace of earth, for grief to be there, not transcending on a bliss jour...
The old moon is tarnished With smoke of the flood, The dead leaves are varnished With colour like blood. A treacherous smiler With teeth...
I am sad. I am angry. I am OK. I am anxious. I am happy. I am numb. I am every emotion rolled into one.