I look at my mother, connected by a breath of glimmering hope, her red and shadowed eyes reveal that some element of our whole being has been lost and, somehow, thrown away. Sob-gasp, sob-gasp, sob-gasp. Slowly, that feeling within me fades. But wisps of it stay with you, locked in the chambers of your mind, always.

-Alfred Nestor

Select a background
Awesome background image
Awesome background image
Awesome background image
Awesome background image
Awesome background image

More quotes by Alfred Nestor