When the ground starts moving beneath their feet, they reach for answers that seem solid, even if they are simplistic.
...I miss you, even here, taking it all in.
is it possible to put this night to tune and move it to you?
...But that’s disregard. You find another friend and you discard as you lose the argument in a cable car, hanging above as the canyon comes between…
...Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map