If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense. Nothing would be what it is, because everything would be what it isn't. (:
Wednesday, 17 February 2010
Touch every rainbow, painting the sky. Look at the magic glide through your life. A sprinkle of pixie dust circles the night you can fly... Fly to who you are, climb upon your star. If you believe, you will find your wings!