“i still believe in paradise. but now at least i know it’s not some place you can look for. because it’s not where you go, it’s how you feel for a moment in your life when you’re part of something.”
if your hopes scatter like the dust across your track, i’ll be the moon that shines on your path. the sun may blind our eyes; i’ll pray the skies above for snow to fall on the sahara.
...Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map