Every moment is another chance to turn it all around.
these four walls no longer hold me like you once did
“it’s the little sparks that fly and then land like dynamite…it’s just the simple things, pure incidentals…”
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map
thou mayest.
"He who forgets, will be destined to remember..."
I think you’re fishing for mountains in a sea of molehills.