Hope is like a road in the country; there was never a road, but when many people walk on it, the road comes into existence.
you don't know it's right until it's wrong--You don't know it's yours until it's gone --i didn't know that it was home 'til you up and left
...This is over my head but underneath my feet… I’m waiting for tonight, then waiting for tomorrow. And I’m somewhere in between what is real and just a dream.
...Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map