"ImmoralMinority" (araimondo)
05/19/2018 at 19:18 • Filed to: None | 3 | 1 |
At the end of every day, I drive through the city of Fresno and I cross the intersection that will take me home. I feel the words building inside me, I can’t stop them, or tell you why I say them, but as I reach the stoplight, these words come to me in a whisper. I say these words as a prayer, as regret, as praise, I say: Celica, Celica.
gettingoldercarguy
> ImmoralMinority
05/19/2018 at 19:43 | 0 |
How’re you feeling?