I wanted a story that couldn’t be told…
only the fishing part of fishing.
I didn’t see the brave girl so near me.
I couldn’t hear you singing softly to me.
If you always knew the truth, then the world would spin around you — are you dizzy yet?
If there’s something left to lose, then don’t let me wear out my shoes — I’m still walking.
...Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map