The guitar goes unplayed. The book sits in the folder. The paintbrush dries out. When everything feels heavy it’s easy to put down the things that make you feel light. This is a call to pick them back up.
Where finding yourself begins
Where finding yourself begins
The guitar goes unplayed. The book sits in the folder. The paintbrush dries out. When everything feels heavy it’s easy to put down the things that make you feel light. This is a call to pick them back up.