Accidents out on the highway to somewhere,. They tell us about when we're young,. Rescuers working to clean up the crashes. Before she can see what they've done ,.
I could tell you the wildest of tales. My friend the giant and traveling sales. Tell you all the times that I failed. The years all behind me. The stories excelled..
I can not hold this anymore. My hands are tired of only waiting to let go. And I am waiting, still. . I used to know which way to turn. You were a light inside a tunnel in my head.