We can’t help who we love. But we can help who we are. We can decide to become ourselves.
dreams can tell a lifetime, frame by frame the times you’ve seen, as they slowly slip your mind..
You’re at my fingertips, just out of reach…
I don’t want to believe.
Everyone falls but not everyone rises.
What if the world were a little more perfect?
Would you stop crying? Would you take the leap?
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map