I am terrified that if I take a walk to clear my mind I might never come back to this place.
Charles Warnke. If ever I find this man I will hug him and I will cry out of sheer gratefulness. I don’t know how he manages to always write this way. But it must make him infinitely sad. If you were given a gift of such beauty and told to submit all happiness in it’s stead, what would you choose?