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. (:
Tuesday, 2 March 2010
Kissing...
The wind plays with the leaves. The weather turns colder but as long as we believe love doesn't get older. On a journey of the heart there's so much to see. And when the sky is dark, you'll be right here. Right here with me, kissing.