Sammy G
Ex-Bluelighter
"Cross the wounded galaxies we intersect - poison of dead sun in your brain slowly fading"
The forget me nots are totally driving their message home.... They won't bloom until next spring. In hindsight I probably shouldn't have forgotten.
To be missed at all when you die, someone must love you very deeply and unselfishly; and unselfish love is rarer to find among mortals than a pearl in a dustbin.
"You may call me Little Sunshine."
What did google say?