" There is a crack in everything
That's how the light gets in."
Yaasss. u r makin sense.
i r the crack in the world.
;)
When I was yay high and much nicer, I would often misplace things, as one is equitable to do in the wild and reckless abandon of youth. Whenever I found the thing again, my mother would ask, 'Where'd you find it?'. 'Under the bed...', I would reply, even though I actually found the thing behind the bookshelf.
