Sometimes late at night I think about all the things that have been, all the things that haven’t been and all the things yet to be. I wonder if this world will ever make sense to me, if I will ever truly understand anything… and if there’s really anything to understand at all.
Thursday, April 7, 2011
what's keeping me up these nights
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words left unspoken.