At this odd hour, when the darkness of night ends and the chaos of day begins. I sit here. Upright in my bed. 4 am. Twists and turns in the bed. Tears. Splash of cold water on my face. Hand towel...
come let’s sit and heal each other let’s not talk so much on the surface let’s get deep inside and look for the thorns that’s been hurting us for so long let’s help each...