When the ground starts moving beneath their feet, they reach for answers that seem solid, even if they are simplistic.
...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.
...Maybe we should speak our minds…
…it’s not that I’m insecure; I just need to be sure..
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map