“Looks like I have a type” you say, with a touch of lighthearted resignation that I long to imagine.
One has a light side and a shadow side, and a true center.
“Looks like I have a type” you say, with a touch of lighthearted resignation that I long to imagine.
One has a light side and a shadow side, and a true center.
Out there, there are the trees I didn’t climb,
The mountains I didn’t ascend,