“We are defined by the places we hold in the web of others’ lives.”
enough to make it seem like I was only there long enough to disappear…
...if your hopes scatter like the dust across your track, i’ll be the moon that shines on your path. the sun may blind our eyes; i’ll pray the skies above for snow to fall on the sahara.
...Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map