All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost;
all that seems calm on the surface, is most definitely shrouding a raging turmoil beneath it.
Thursday, 28 June 2012
in memory of friends i made and lost, and the friends i didn't get a chance to make yet lost them.