The eyes see things that are, the mind sees things that are, that were and that that could be.
it’s beginning to get to me that I know more of the stars and sea than I do of what’s in your head…
We need to feel breathless with love and not collapsed under its weight.
I’m gasping for the air to fill my lungs with everything I’ve lost.
Caught a bolt of lightning… curse the day he let it go.
And he who forgets will be destined to remember.
could’ve been something..
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map