“Life is essentially composed of two things: the experiences that we make and the people with which we share them.”
I can still let it go, I can still learn to grow into a child again. .. Silence is easy—it just becomes me. You don’t even know me; why lie about me?
...And I was in love….now I’m just hanging out. ...
It wasn’t part of the plan…..what was I suppose to do?...
....but run, run, run….
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map