R.I.P Michael Jackson
the name is marshall,
and words fail me,it was and still is surreal
to think of the past,convinced me to be even more thankful for that made me the person i am today.my advice to me was put the past away,forget em' and dream about tomorow.For what it worths,im gonna treasure the life before me
Spring time,a season of rebirth and new beginnings.this what I'v been discussing with a friend of mine lives upper-west side of German.and really it is time to change,of which our ancestors had coined a nicer version: " turn over a new leaf"
this is what they say "everything is in ur hand".but I always thought I could live life without internet,LOLs,but when the time comes,I'm sort of lost,well that might be the lamest metaphor
The night before,we heard the news that it was about time for the snow to fall down and prepared ourselves with enough caffeine to stay up and wait for the snow to fall like rain or perhaps santa Claus to fall down on the roof.Alas,time passed by,it was just raining