Sometimes it’s a form of love

Sometimes it’s a form of love just to talk to somebody that you have nothing in common with and still be fascinated by their presence.

Theres this place in me where your finger

There’s this place in me where your finger prints still rest. Your kisses still linger and your whispers softly echo. It’s the place where a part of you will forever be a part of me!

Time is always with the kind

Time is always with the kind of people who have the courage to fly. Not with the kind of people who stand on the ground and watch the sky. Good Morning!