Who, really? And who cares? People play games, or pretend to be so very absolutely transparent… As if. We all have our secret garden. More or less. We lay out what we choose to, giving our memories, our pain, our fantasies, our dreams. We share, we take from others, get inspired, envious, frustrated. We…… Continue reading Who am I?
Oh what a day… But days are just that, days. Days come, days go. I’ll get back at your pending messages tomorrow. Sorry for today. .