Three. The number of times I have had my ACL reconstructed. Three. The number of times I have looked at a future full of uncertainty and seemingly shattered dreams. Once is bad luck, twice is unfortunate, but three times! Come on!… Read More ›
hope
Too Far Gone
Way too old, too far gone. Wandering helplessly, lost for so long. Hope of being found, died amongst your dreams. What’s the point of trying, when no one hears you scream? Nobody even seems to care, for a lonely sinner… Read More ›
SHANE ROS 