We can live with dignity; we can’t die with it.
I’m not sure if I’m singing for the love of it or for the love of you;
long time coming, but now snow is gone
standing still is like running on ice—I only gain a little distance when I fall… tired of telling myself it’s okay to be this tired. this sick and tired of the turns the world takes and the people that it makes us be.
...Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map