I have an office now. It’s a small,one window room in my townhouse that fits a desk and a shelf and not too much else.
life lost in a flash:
all our memories rush passed,
all the good, all the bad,
Last moment of the treasured Past,
before the Present becomes painful.
bad luck of a die cast,
Future lost and potential dashed. Continue reading Misplaced Missive #87 – Goodbye