Potholes in my soul.
The pavement is cracked, but it still holds up under the weight of the traveling cars.
The grass pokes through, seeking light from the sun that beams from above.
Cracks are okay. They happen. Shifting foundations and time take their tolls.
The grass pokes through, seeking light from the sun that beams from above.
Cracks are okay. They happen. Shifting foundations and time take their tolls.