Thoughts meander like a restless wind inside a letterbox
they tumble blindly as they make their way across the universe
Monday, January 14, 2008
When the floor stops spinning, and the lights dim, and when even the silver lining seems to be fading away...
'It's not about finding somebody perfect, but rather somebody perfect for you'
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