Here’s a short poem about it I wrote.“Blind” Forgive me for reaching out. I’m still learning how to see. - K. London
I have doubtsWe hide in the open smiling at you. We lie about ourselves and you don't care if it's true. The light is our friend but the dark brings us out. We seek kinship and kindness that you boast about. We are actors and preformers and we never fall. For you... See More »
