Bookmaker6
I saw a poem today, that says. "It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing. It doesn’t interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of being alive." I may have shed a tear, it was on a random shop window and I took a picture of it and now I can't stop thinking about it so I thought i'd share it.