Sometimes I find myself alone in a tiny island. Though I am the only one around, the island is bustling with a life of its own. It fuels my desires and temptations, gives wings to my imagination. There are no rules around here, no laws that confine me. It is an oasis with a fountain of free flowing ideas. It has many given names, but I prefer 'my space'. I hope you don't mind, Mr. Timberlake. Pun not intended.
Wednesday, July 30, 2014
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