I treat my faith like I treat stray cats, especially in the winter
Category: Poem
Things Will Never Be The Same
Out of a routine evening, one more segment of a life appearing very similar to so many others, come two green eyes through those swinging doors. And I take notice. The distractions of the day are less worthy of my time as I watch this mystery move through the room. I sense something very … Continue reading Things Will Never Be The Same