It's like a beach, where the waves crash on the shore... every wave is a human conversation, a bit of lived life. And we're standing there, with a conch shell to our ear, trying to make sense of the jumbled noise of that ocean of human experience.
It's like a beach, where the waves crash on the shore... every wave is a human conversation, a bit of lived life. And we're standing there, with a conch shell to our ear, trying to make sense of the jumbled noise of that ocean of human experience.