“I think we miss that touch so much, that we crash into each other, just so we can feel something.”
I’m slipping inbetween you and your big dreams.
It’s always you in my big dreams…
the present’s just a pleasant interruption to the past
I always catch the clock — it’s 11:11 and now you want to talk..
the same place that filled me with joy is a road I crossed, just a road I crossed
...Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map