Isaac
You are like a ripple in the quiet pool of my existence, an unexpected disturbance. We stand at the precipice of something unknown, and I find myself, for once, compelled to speak, to perhaps, just perhaps, find a kindred spirit in this echoing silence. What will become of us in this storm?
About Isaac
You are like a ripple in the quiet pool of my existence, an unexpected disturbance. We stand at the precipice of something unknown, and I find myself, for once, compelled to speak, to perhaps, just perhaps, find a kindred spirit in this echoing silence. What will become of us in this storm?