"Even in literature and art, no man who bothers about originality will ever be original: whereas if you simply try to tell the truth (without caring twopence how often it has been told before) you will, nine times out of ten, become original without ever having noticed it."
Thursday, January 7, 2010
I beg time to stop and rewind
I wish that I had loved you more
Realized that you needed it more than I
That I was going to be alright And you were never going to find your way back home Back to where I sit waiting