Do you think I care so little for you that betraying me would make a difference?
...the ordering of objects couldn’t hide what’s missing.
... love is not these belongings that surround you,
though there’s meaning in the memories they hold.
Somedays are so bright I wish that I could save
half that sunlight for a rainy day
so when it rains I’d have some sun.
..I can’t be letting joy depend on the sunrays.
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map