Something to hold and feel, something real. Something for my soul. Everything that’s tangible, eventually goes. Untried, untested, mishaps are my fears. A waking soul, is it here?
May 23, 2010
May 23, 2010 at 8:58 PM UTC
Something to hold and feel, something real. Something for my soul. Everything that’s tangible, eventually goes. Untried, untested, mishaps are my fears. A waking soul, is it here?