“Wait a minute, Juanita. ...is it a virus, a drug, or a religion?”
Juanita shrugs. “What’s the difference?”
I can still let it go, I can still learn to grow into a child again. .. Silence is easy—it just becomes me. You don’t even know me; why lie about me?
...So ask all your questions, try all their answers.
And change as we may, whatever should follow,
I love you.
I had you here.. had you.
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map