Morale is as high as a corpse here and it’s bringing me down.
Love is like a rose that is about to propose.
Life is all there is…until death.
At the end of every life is a crossroad left uncrossed
Writings and Wanderings
Morale is as high as a corpse here and it’s bringing me down.
Love is like a rose that is about to propose.
Life is all there is…until death.
At the end of every life is a crossroad left uncrossed