Yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery, but today is a gift — that is why it is called the present.
this far or further, I need to know.
And your hand is held open, intentionally.. or just what I want to see?
I don’t normally beg for assistance — I rely on my own eyes to see.. but right now you make no sense to me.
I don’t want to feel anything, but I do… and it all comes back to you. ... I refuse to believe that it’s only me feeling.
...Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map