“And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.”
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.
You and I both loved what you and I spoke of and others just dream of…
...Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map