Those hot July days refuse to be forgottenAll those summers spent in Morocco seared in my head with the desert’s…
It is often that we may feel far awayStranded on the islands of confusionFeeling as though no one understandsThe struggles…
Tell me why it feels like I’m sinningEven though at times I’m grinningProud of myself for being home with the…
Perhaps you were promisedLike rain in a monsoonRaising my hands to the skyExpecting the storm to followPerhaps it was the…
Have I taken a moment to reflect upon all that is around me? When did I last watch how the…