Quidam: a nameless passer-by, a solitary figure lingering on a street corner, a person rushing past. One who cries out, sings and dreams within us all.
Your world is yours
not mine, Quidam.
Your dreams are yours.
You may have touched the stars,
but they weren't moved.
And if you reach for me,
I may not chooose
to hold your hand
I might smile
or I might turn away.
Goals 2021
After reflecting on last year's goals, I've settled on this year's ambitious goals. 1. Grow your mind: Read 52 books Th...
-
Happy WOYWW! Play along at http://stamping-ground.blogspot.com/ First of all...look what is NOT in my house! Yes...we were successful a... -
Happy WOYWW! http://stamping-ground.blogspot.com/ This past weekend, my husband and I packed up all our belongings (ie, crap) and moved ... -
This morning, my husband and I slept in...accidentally slept right through church. So we stayed home and listened to the recording of the ...
1 comment:
wow, this is odd.
Post a Comment