[...] blood beading on the finger pricked by a rare needle.
Dearest Son!
How is your mind in the home of your body?
It's always wonderful to hear from you, moreso, through your writing.
However, why does this read sad and, why does it sound like the demands of adulthood is having the upper hand with your head barely above water?
I'd love to hear from you.
Till then, be gentle with yourself!
be tender with yourself
Dearest Son!
How is your mind in the home of your body?
It's always wonderful to hear from you, moreso, through your writing.
However, why does this read sad and, why does it sound like the demands of adulthood is having the upper hand with your head barely above water?
I'd love to hear from you.
Till then, be gentle with yourself!
be tender with yourself