That’s what colors are for: so we can see the differences, and care about them.
now i’m dry of faults; wait for the rain;
soleil all over you, warm sun…
this far or further, I need to know.
And your hand is held open, intentionally.. or just what I want to see?
I don’t normally beg for assistance — I rely on my own eyes to see.. but right now you make no sense to me.
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map