And the words spun around, Like the cobwebs,

Life is the like the sky And you are like the lonely white fluff of a cloud,

We humans are, by nature, students of history.. time and again we love to slip back into time and marvel at the treasures that it holds, maybe in the torn pages of a book, the sepia photos in the albu...

Rantings of a restless mind

On my walk back home...