I sit here with my head in my hands thinking silently as tears fall.
I investigate the sky at the millions of stars and try to see God.
My eyes see only flames.
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The Gingerbread Chronicles: A Coffeeshop Memoir
Художественная прозаFaintly whispered confessions admitted quietly inside of a dimly lit abandoned coffeeshop after the midnight hours night after night.
Coffeeshop Confessions #19
I sit here with my head in my hands thinking silently as tears fall.
I investigate the sky at the millions of stars and try to see God.
My eyes see only flames.
