July: A laurel wreath

Trapped, tourtered, and humiliated. The sun in July, things doesn’t get better, I didn’t get the bachlarette degree. I found a temporary solace in darwish’s poems. Searching and surfing the web networks, running breathless like a frightend rabbit. First, second, third, until fourth of July and citizens of United States celebrating thier declaration independence day, … Continue reading July: A laurel wreath