The urge to tell stories,
to tell the story...
Yes, I still hear your voice
echoing in those former alleyways...
We live in a painting of undefinable beauty
A star filled haze without definition. You run to...
Oh, I thought I would find you
in the deserts of South Africa...
I am so happy that
You took me out of Isolation...
I wanna live
My life to the fullest...
A writer not only writes what the writer feels but the writer can also feel what the writer writes |
Being in love is like playing with fire you always get burned |
Must keep my eyes open, can't fall asleep yet, I'm widely wake, but for how long? |