Yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery, but today is a gift — that is why it is called the present.
Pictures and photographs, memories and windows,
goodbyes and epitaphs, heartbreaks and hellos…
I could be happy if I take control, but I’m out of control trying to make believe I’m happy..
What am I but my mind?
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map