We can’t help who we love. But we can help who we are. We can decide to become ourselves.
now i’m dry of faults; wait for the rain;
soleil all over you, warm sun…
They will see us waving from such great heights—“come down now” they’ll say. But everything looks perfect from far away… “Come down now”—but we’ll stay.
...Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map