Thoughts crash like waves against the rocks on the shores of the ocean, into the crevices of the folds in my brain. I can’t always put those thoughts into words. If I could, I’d probably be the next great best-selling novelist :-).
Thoughts crash like waves against the rocks on the shores of the ocean, into the crevices of the folds in my brain. I can’t always put those thoughts into words. If I could, I’d probably be the next great best-selling novelist :-).
On Becoming Myself 