‘I rather like [her].’
“Caesar liked Brutus, and look where it got him.”
I know,
someday I might be looking around, trying to find some purpose.
Well, purpose can’t be that hard to find, as long as I’ve got the wind, the wind and your love to carry me.
the ordering of objects couldn’t hide what’s missing.
... love is not these belongings that surround you,
though there’s meaning in the memories they hold.
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map