honestly, I feel that everything returns ...
I do not know, I also try to see things differently.
And I turn around and return ... much for my head.
my self, my mind exaggerates
I try to get another point of view, from outside
and I think that all is well ... not much difference ...
wll they return?
I keep my head high
wait for what's mine
I have hope
never be late.
time to time
little by little