Wrinkles remind the soul where it’s been and where it hasn’t.
Every plan is a tiny prayer to Father Time..
Our memories depend on a faulty camera in our minds…
You were a truth I would rather lose, than to have never lain beside at all.
And I wonder: is he different? Is he different?
Has he changed what he’s about?
Or is he just a liar with nothing to lie about?
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map