Emblematic Moment
The poem.
Reasons, they fall apart in the face of the truest desire.
But excuses, they pile up in the corners where dreams did aspire.
The poem.
Reasons, they fall apart in the face of the truest desire.
But excuses, they pile up in the corners where dreams did aspire.
Once in a while, quite often actually, I think it’s good to just let kids be kids, regardless of my personal feelings on cleanliness, order, and things along those lines. Yes, we have a huge…