Almost all of the greatest loves (and tragedies) of my life have been painful and incurable. I’ve started to think of myself as a hopeless poet who is forever a slave to forbidden or unrequited love.
He healed me, he quenched my thirst,
And he would show me the way,
To my village, to my family, whom I think of every day.
Six months ago, I set out on the trip of a lifetime. However, I have been traveling for the most … More