Storms blow through my mind. My thoughts arrive with punch and drama, cloudbursts. Lord, I know they will blow over.
In the grip of this devilish trance, grant me breath and calm. Let me wait it out.
(Letter #1,682)
Storms blow through my mind. My thoughts arrive with punch and drama, cloudbursts. Lord, I know they will blow over.
In the grip of this devilish trance, grant me breath and calm. Let me wait it out.
(Letter #1,682)
