it’s always little things that to the surface brings the comfort and the pain, the fear inside the smile.
We lose along the way the things we leave behind, along the precipice of things we should not climb.
And I’m the first in line.
...The mountain that you climb, just to take a fall—
I want so much to open your eyes, ‘cause I need you to look into mine.
...Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map