evry0ne wants t0 be d sun dt lights up ur life, But i'd rther be ur m0on s0 i cn shine 0n u durng ur darkest h0ur when ur sun isn't ar0und, gudnyt, t.c.
Tenderness, so divinely light ... This is the rustle of dreams and stars falling ... It is the wind spreads the clouds, in the fragile world of illusion and mystery ... Friday Gentle you, my friends!:heart: