Everything is safely stored in the Archives
By walking I found out
Where I was going.
By intensely hating, how to love
By loving, whom and what to love.
How you always talk of catching me, but never open up your hands.
I’m not listening for the right words anymore.
..like the blue sky, right before the rain comes crashing through…
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map