Yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery, but today is a gift — that is why it is called the present.
...you’ll say “fine” and ask me how I’m doing.
And then I’ll lie…
Golden haze… another morning, feels like yesterday.
I was on the moon when you were born.. Taking one small step and thinking it was a giant leap...
...Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map