I got a spring in my step: a twinkle in my eye.
What memories have you made?
Life really is not a race, but it can definitely be a thoughtful marathon.
I do not know you anymore;
you have become a stranger:
The pen bleeds black
into my DNA…
A ball soared across two courts and bounced off Lawrence’s head. The courts were packed for a Tuesday. […]
Why do the most when you could coast?