Everything is safely stored in the Archives
“Ah, but a man’s reach should exceed his grasp, Or what’s a heaven for?”
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?
...we’ll both forget the breeze, most of the time
I can’t take my eyes off of you…
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map