Every moment is another chance to turn it all around.
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.
Like a warm drink it seeps into my soul..
Please just leave me right here on my own..
Later on you could spend some time with me if you want to—All at sea…
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map