There was never peace for him.
The bells have rung
I am a stranger in this skin.
I got my first passport in 2006.
When all that's sure becomes a blur, and visions flee from you. Recall the past when dreams were vast, and let it spring anew.
As rain covers the hope of sunshine in Spring, so does laziness suffocate my will to be productive in labor. Oh, how I love the rain!