Seeing is Believing?

This weekend, I posed the question to myself, “What do you believe? What you see. What you hear. Or what you feel.”

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Through My Eyes

i_c_u___see_through_my_eyes_by_vigar-d5u88jsIt hurts to be so physically closed to someone & not be able to reach them. Like, he’s just 2 levels up in the very building I’m sitting in right now. In the hallway to my break room, we literally cross paths. Every time I go in there, I swear, I can smell his cologne. Continue reading “Through My Eyes”