Wrinkles remind the soul where it’s been and where it hasn’t.
“i know someday i might be looking around, trying to find some purpose. well purpose it can’t be that hard to find, as long as i’ve got the wind, the wind and your love to carry me”
I’m a slave serving time for a life that I’ve forgotten.
if you stand in the middle you can keep your balance;
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map