We are all living the same way, the same way. We are escaping the same way, the same way. Circling. We are a part of the same play, same play. We think we're making our own way, own way.
If you love somebody. Better tell them while they're here 'cause. They just may run away from you. . You'll never know what went well. Then again it just depends on.
I took a walk on a Saturday night. fog in the air. just to make my mind seem clear. where do I go from here?. I see my breath pushing steam through the air.