quarta-feira, outubro 12, 2011

Sometimes you will never know the true value of a moment until it becomes a memory.


"We cross our bridges when we come to them and burn them behind us, with nothing to show for our progress except a memory of the smell of smoke and the presumption that once our eyes watered."


"I fear I'll die from complications, complications due to things that I've left undone
That all my debts will be left unpaid, feel like a cripple without a cane
I'm like a jack of all trades who’s a master of none"