By walking I found out
Where I was going.
By intensely hating, how to love
By loving, whom and what to love.
I’m slipping inbetween you and your big dreams.
It’s always you in my big dreams…
the present’s just a pleasant interruption to the past
I always catch the clock — it’s 11:11 and now you want to talk..
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map