Whats the story of my life ? Will I have just another, savage scratch on the surface of the ever large and great bonnet of life ?
Sometimes i want a story and times i don’t.Their are times when i wan’t to be known and then their are times when i never want to be known – its almost impossible to say with certaintly what really i want in life , and the closer we get to discoverying even remotly whats it all about – do we really know that this or that is what we want it to be, before we change our minds again…- I guess not.
– Im still writting the story, though.