We have been to places, we have made things. We have gotten over faces, and have walked a few more paces.
The craziest thing to have is a dream.
As I write I revisited myself. Where do all the motivation and strength to carry on come from? I feel so weighted, yet so weightless against many decisions.
I know I've been writing a whole lot less, even pictures have disappeared. I think I should stop thinking about what I have. :wink:
We have been to places, we have made things. We have gotten over faces, and have walked a few more paces.