Who knows what language she speaks, but every muffled word is music to my ears… as if I could spend the rest of my life trying to decipher them, trying to understand the secret behind her everlasting euphoria.
~ collection of a dreamer’s soliloquies
Who knows what language she speaks, but every muffled word is music to my ears… as if I could spend the rest of my life trying to decipher them, trying to understand the secret behind her everlasting euphoria.