When the ground starts moving beneath their feet, they reach for answers that seem solid, even if they are simplistic.
...“soaring on the wings of selfish pride i flew too high and like Icharus i collide… to turn away and not become another nail to pierce the skin of one who loves more deeply than the oceans, more abundant than the tears of a world—embracing every heartache..”
This is over my head but underneath my feet… I’m waiting for tonight, then waiting for tomorrow. And I’m somewhere in between what is real and just a dream.
...Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map