I feel like my life is like a stack of blankets. I’d like to think that it’s artfully arranged, but, the truth is, one tug and it all falls apart, never to go back quite the same way.
I feel like my life is like a stack of blankets. I’d like to think that it’s artfully arranged, but, the truth is, one tug and it all falls apart, never to go back quite the same way.