Do what’s illogical,
Do what makes you feel impossible.
Maybe if you did there’d
be no holes to sow.
No gravel to bury, no love to go.
No deer in the headlights; no broken doe.
A Journal / thought - blog by Doxy
"The past is a place of reference, not residence"
Do what’s illogical,
Do what makes you feel impossible.
Maybe if you did there’d
be no holes to sow.
No gravel to bury, no love to go.
No deer in the headlights; no broken doe.