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. (:
Sunday, 18 April 2010
How do you pick up the threads of an old life? How do you go on... when in your heart you begin to understand... there is no going back? There are somethings that time cannot mend... some hurts that go too deep... that have taken hold.