Ever wondered what a different world we might wake to one day. When we have begun again to remember who we are. Who and what we were supposed to be. ...
When, then on that day, the last person who held any memory of me, will have moved on. The essence, the who I was, finally lost. For after day no...
You know, when as a child something small went wrong. A small scratch perhaps. But the sky had fallen upon you. Or you know when someone or a group picked...