I will face down God and spit in their eye before I read any of my old writing.
You could hold me at gun point and scream at me to look at what my younger hands wrought or die in penance. With eyes clear as a cloudless sky, I would tell you to pull the trigger.
You could hold me at gun point and scream at me to look at what my younger hands wrought or die in penance. With eyes clear as a cloudless sky, I would tell you to pull the trigger.