September 26, 2005As we all seem to endlessly drift in and out of one and another lives we all hope for the same things each and everyone of us. And yet it seems so hard to find, so hard to touch. It is like a ghost poking fun at us, only to fade when we touch it.
Or is it that we are ghosts in a world of the living, and it is them trying to touch us.
Keep being beautiful, and hopeful.