Everything is safely stored in the Archives
Possibility is the basis of everything
The earth that is the space between,
I’d banish it from under me, to get to you.
Your unexpected love provides my solitary“s suicide…
oh I wish I knew…
you couldn’t say much less now could you
if it’s not me you need to sleep beside … who am I to you?
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map