“I think we miss that touch so much, that we crash into each other, just so we can feel something.”
“it’s the little sparks that fly and then land like dynamite…it’s just the simple things, pure incidentals…”
I don’t want to feel anything, but I do… and it all comes back to you. ... I refuse to believe that it’s only me feeling.
...Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map