Ownership is the dream of holding, possessing in the mind the power to have, and in that lies a decrepit, bitter, old agonizing truth that keeps assuming in the ability to be never realizing its destiny.
“it continues to waltz in the halls as a king and queen naked to the stings of endless doubts about what could be held or owned yet never to be within reach.” And here’s the truly madding part: I can’t even dance 🤣 As always…🙏
“it continues to waltz in the halls as a king and queen naked to the stings of endless doubts about what could be held or owned yet never to be within reach.” And here’s the truly madding part: I can’t even dance 🤣 As always…🙏