it’s always little things that to the surface brings the comfort and the pain, the fear inside the smile.
We lose along the way the things we leave behind, along the precipice of things we should not climb.
And I’m the first in line.
...The mountain that you climb, just to take a fall—
some moments last forever, but some flare out with love love love
...Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map