Time goes by like wind that goes…
Memories are worth more than gold at least the good onesWhen you were bold or when you realized you hold the key to victory those are some of most glorious things to possess unlike mon...
Society is a train wreck I remember thinking on a deck in the middle of a summer eve I had been doing this while waiting for my fate which I was sure be bad but was à stupends date a da...
Walking down the street I see him… the man who rules the town. He wears a black rain coat You watch him when his back is tur… he knows he’s being watched by a c…
