You left, and my heart is a ceaseless sermon of loneliness. – Terri Guillemets
Like steam from a cup of hot tea that fogs our glasses, false urgency of matters at hand blurs our vision to important things in the distance. – Terri Guillemets
You left, and my heart is a ceaseless sermon of loneliness. – Terri Guillemets
Like steam from a cup of hot tea that fogs our glasses, false urgency of matters at hand blurs our vision to important things in the distance. – Terri Guillemets
Your body is a temple but only if you treat it as one. – Terri Guillemets
Journal: fitting your heart and soul into ruled lines. – Terri Guillemets