Another time...another place

When I was young I always felt really lonely. I always felt like I was missing something. I wanted more and no one could provide it for me. The rents were always too busy to entertain me so I used to hid under my bed and read with a torch pretending I was in another place in another time.

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Tomorrow is home to me

We are free

They bring me back to you...