All is lost, save for a memory
Young still, in the scape of eternity
Like phantoms, the horizon aches
In our minds as we near it.
Disordered and wanting
To assure anyone who will listen,
That home became an end,
And we have only just
A promise in a memory
On the blog today I share how I like to curate authenticity on my Instagram feed when I have nothing ready to post. I want my feed to look nice and ‘in brand’ but I also want to focus on sharing this game of value as well. I’ve switched from...