the neverending story |
Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add colour to my sunset sky.. Rabindranath Tagore This is how we'll dance when This is my blog. |
I’ve gone through years of people snickering because i’m a dreamer, and dreamers are stupid and naive and going to fall back down to earth with a bang one day, “just you wait”. But who says we have to. Who says we ever have to come back down at all; whether that be crashing down or gradually…
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