Sunday’s Inspiration: A Backpacker’s Dream Ends
“Our dreams are the same, in the sleep we don’t get. I’ll remember your name; but mine, you’ll forget.” It’s a few lines from a poem I wrote for an ex-lover of mine. I was right of course, she’d forget my name and forget me. I wouldn’t forget her name or her, in the sadness Read more about Sunday’s Inspiration: A Backpacker’s Dream Ends[…]










