We are the music makers,
And we are the dreamers of dreams,
Wandering by lone sea-breakers,
And sitting by desolate streams.
World-losers and world-forsakers,
On whom the pale moon gleams.
Yet we are the movers and shakers
of the world for ever, it seems.
[[[Everything that's in my mind is placed here in pictures (that aren't mine). Things that I like, things that I love, things that confuse me. Whatever.
I love true stories about paranormal, psychic or unexplained events. I like conspiracy theories too.]]]