It’s sad to see them staring wistfully through the window when the door isn’t locked.
Everything you see, you might be seeing for the last time.
My favorite songs change every year.
The past is made out of facts...I guess the future is just hope.
Deep under our feet the Earth holds its molten breath, while the bones of countless generations watch us and wait.
Writing isn't letters on paper. It's communication. It's memory.