It's the unknown that I fear, the bites of memories that still have no connections.
There are all kinds of friends you make in life... But there's something different about someone who spreads their wings with you.
People will notice the beauty of what they usually ignore ~
But I am more than a name. More than they tell me
I just think perfection and lasting through the ages is for Greek statues, not us mere humans.
When is a cell finally too small to hold our essence?