What Pain Teaches
You speak of peaceas if it were somethingthe world has forgotten. But peace was never lost. It was buriedunder the weight of comfortuntil pain comesto remind you it exists. People…
You speak of peaceas if it were somethingthe world has forgotten. But peace was never lost. It was buriedunder the weight of comfortuntil pain comesto remind you it exists. People…
The road is famousfor the dust that follows it home. The morning is famousto the sparrowswho rehearse the sky before sunrise. The old cup is famousto the hands that return…