A journey with occasional re-calculating. The story of a professor with more heart than a month full of valentines days. An old soul who plays pick-up sticks with pencils. Come see who I am, where I am going, and guide me where to visit next.
Suitcase heart traveler going places and spaces to believe in love and hope again
Sometimes you see others words and they just speak to you. I collect those words for days like this. For days when the morning creeps on me and I still feel a sharp pain just below my breast plate.
Some day, they're still going to love you-not destroy you.
