“That’s life. …this is how it’s supposed to go.”
“No. You mean this is how it goes.”
dreams can tell a lifetime, frame by frame the times you’ve seen, as they slowly slip your mind..
You’re at my fingertips, just out of reach…
I don’t want to believe.
Somedays are so bright I wish that I could save
half that sunlight for a rainy day
so when it rains I’d have some sun.
..I can’t be letting joy depend on the sunrays.
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map