What looks like a cloud to one person is a chance to sell umbrellas to the next.
Caught a bolt of lightning… curse the day he let it go.
And he who forgets will be destined to remember.
could’ve been something..
I could be happy if I take control, but I’m out of control trying to make believe I’m happy..
What am I but my mind?
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map