this is a picture I did not take...

how can the heaven's permit us to say I Love You?

The only thing holding you together being the daily routine; walking forward towards the cold, doing it backwards to the warmth, doing it again tomorrow, and through it all desperately hoping that the temperature change doesn't break you.

the stories were true, the great flood is real.

her love was a tin cup

baa, baa, black sheep, have you any love?

my 'probably' will

my tragedy, not too tragic

e before i, except after c

Oh, he's a born again, gone again man. He's an atoned again, alone again man.