Gonna choose sunlight Gonna drink wine Bound to win a few fights, before my time Gonna make love now Ain’t the future bright Gonna be
Today I’m going to tell a part of my story that I’ve never written before – and I don’t know why. It changed so much
As I wrote in my most recent post – last week – things have been sickly for me lately. Sometimes it just happens that way.
The screen door slams, Mary’s dress waves Like a vision she dances across the porch as the radio plays Roy Orbison singing for the lonely