“better to be inside affecting conversation and process, then[sic.] outside looking in”
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
Can I have my cake? Can I have you too? Would you follow me? Could I ask you to? Would the world between us break these ties we’ve worked so hard to realize? Can a postcard say what I see in your eyes?
...Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map