We dream of connections we never make
And long for affection we never see;
How can it be that I’m with you
When you don’t even know
I’m me?
We dream of connections we never make
And long for affection we never see;
How can it be that I’m with you
When you don’t even know
I’m me?
I understand this feeling all too well. Although not with vistas.
I changed it.
Oh. You didn’t need to change it. Its your own thoughts. 🙂
I know. However, I change what I write frequently.