‘Why me?’ is not something the universe ever answers.
this far or further, I need to know.
And your hand is held open, intentionally.. or just what I want to see?
I don’t normally beg for assistance — I rely on my own eyes to see.. but right now you make no sense to me.
I’m not sure if I’m singing for the love of it or for the love of you;
long time coming, but now snow is gone
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map