Wrinkles remind the soul where it’s been and where it hasn’t.
“if you need some transportation from a world of tribulation, tell me your destination; i’ll be your ride. if you’re out of inspiration, all you feel is desperation; consider this your invitation; i’ll be your ride…”
I am coming home to you with my own blood in my mouth.
And I am coming home to you if it’s the last thing that I do.
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map