“Go back?” he thought. “No good at all! Go sideways? Impossible! Go forward? Only thing to do! On we go!”
You’d kill yourself for recognition,
you’d kill yourself to never, ever stop.
‘Broke another mirror..
you’re turning in to something you are not.
Can I have my cake? Can I have you too? Would you follow me? Could I ask you to? Would the world between us break these ties we’ve worked so hard to realize? Can a postcard say what I see in your eyes?
...Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map