In the Midst of a ConcertThe voice I could pick out in a large crowd,the rhythms I could likely hum during sleep,heard in pulsing beats that cause me ..
we are all unique to what we feel, who we are, what we've gone through. even when we are categorized in stereotypes there is variation among each pers..
The only thing on your mind is the rise and fall ofgasprices, and other useless day to day activities with inadequate and frivolous consistenciestalki..
I still remember the clothes I wore on June 30 because darling,how could I ever forget the way you looked at me in that red dress?I still remember the..