it’s beginning to get to me that I know more of the stars and sea than I do of what’s in your head…
We need to feel breathless with love and not collapsed under its weight.
I’m gasping for the air to fill my lungs with everything I’ve lost.
Maybe flotsam junk will do just fine..
the jetsum sunk, I’m left behind;
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map