Our thoughts form the universe; they always matter.
Can I have my cake? Can I have you too? Would you follow me? Could I ask you to? Would the world between us break these ties we’ve worked so hard to realize? Can a postcard say what I see in your eyes?
...I can see their eyes.. but tell me something: can they see mine?
‘Cause what’s left to lose? I’ve done enough. And if I fail, well then I fail, but I gave it a shot. And these last three years, I know they’ve been hard, but now it’s time to get out of the desert and into the sun. Even if it’s alone.
...Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map