....and the roads were where we lived. We slept in rock quaries and on door steps of churches - I slept on the floor of the convenience store just off the cap rock in Texas, I put my head by the beer case to get some cold air, and it didn't matter that I had a condo back home or a bed because you become the character in the story you are living and whatever you were is gone...
Who I Follow
Needed this today. I’m tired if hurting and people opening the same wound. I just need to know it’ll end and it’ll be worth it.