Love is like waiting for it to rain,
Waiting for it to come,
Waiting for it to end,
Having the joy of knowing eventually it will come,
The joy of standing in the middle of it not wanting to be anywhere else,
Waiting for them to catch up
Everyone sees who I appear to be, but only a few know the real me, you can only see what I choose to show, there is so much more you just don't know.
Life. Beauty. Art.
In a single instant there has never been a more beautiful art than life.
Warning! As Per Your Request
As per your request here is my disclosure. The content of this page is mainly fictional. Read at your own risk. Most of theses stories are not my own memories but merely the playthings of my imagination. Don't you wish you knew which one's were true? Thanks!
Sincerely The Author
Lend Me Your Eyes
Everyone lives but not everyone is alive. Everyone is searching for something. Everyone loves, dreams, hopes, and dies. Lend me your eyes.
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