What matters is not the idea a man holds, but the depth at which he holds it.
I wanted a story that couldn’t be told…
only the fishing part of fishing.
I didn’t see the brave girl so near me.
I couldn’t hear you singing softly to me.
When I see you, I really see you upside down. But my brain knows better—it picks you up and turns you around.
...Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map