“Our greatest glory is not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall.”
Even the best fall down sometimes, even the wrong words seem to rhyme.. out of the doubt that fills my mind, i somehow find: you and i collide.
...Can I have my cake? Can I have you too? Would you follow me? Could I ask you to? Would the world between us break these ties we’ve worked so hard to realize? Can a postcard say what I see in your eyes?
...Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map