“I am me, in this ocean of people trying to fit in. I am a straw in the ocean, floating without aim. I am fallen leaf carried by the wind, flying, flying, flying, never finding solid ground. I am always winter, snowing in crystals, touching the ground, dissolving.” RomancePsychologyPoeticTouchingIntrospection Book:floating Source: floating
“Did you forget the chords, Gwen?" Oliver asks.” RomanceMusicGuitarChords Book:floating Source: floating