if there is something you would die for, then you have something to live for.
Pictures and photographs, memories and windows,
goodbyes and epitaphs, heartbreaks and hellos…
The earth that is the space between,
I’d banish it from under me, to get to you.
Your unexpected love provides my solitary“s suicide…
oh I wish I knew…
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map