When in the desperate purgatory between having nothing and everything.
We wait.
With each painful exhale, each manic thought.
We wait.
When we want in a way that we ache.
We know we love.
When in the desperate purgatory between having nothing and everything.
We wait.
With each painful exhale, each manic thought.
We wait.
When we want in a way that we ache.
We know we love.