kdstorm
I search. I prayer but never n I find the answers I need. I hunger for the truth through answers but the truth is I can't handle what I demand from answers. That is the price I will pay. That is why answers is the bittersweet curse that is always on the tip of my tongue
There it sat in the wall. Just a brick. Joined in a group with others that looked like it. Faded chipped and alone in a crowd but still it was different inspite being the same. No one ever saw this. Just saw a brick.