I am a smudged slate, rife with dust and mistakes. I know there are bright things but lack wherewithal to look for them. I prop open the door and listen as miracles pass me by. Advertisements Share this:Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Related
