Missing Mama
The wind continues to blow The sun still rises up the sky And while the world has moved on so...
The wind continues to blow The sun still rises up the sky And while the world has moved on so...
At one point in time, you will hear this – writers are weird. Writers are weird because they talk to...
And since it is Monday, I would like to reminisce what my Mondays were like, some years back. I always...
