I lift my eyes and all is born again.
Anonyme a dit: I know you hate me. But I’m coming to Chicago and I’m looking for a powerful healer, could you ask Joanna if she’d be will to meet up with me for some coffee? You don’t have to worry about me. I’m not coming to bother you.
The only Joanna I know lives in Haiti now. I don’t know who you are, being that you’re under anonymous, and I don’t live in Chicago, so have a ball.
All I want to do is love
I never want to have this awful tar fill my heart up again, I don’t want that hatred.