But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams - Yeats
Sunday, 12 January 2014
So...
...I'm not happy or sad just empty. I have things to do, places to go and people to see and nothing should be making me feel this way. I just feel in limbo, it is very strange.
Love and Peace x ttfn
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