it’s always little things that to the surface brings the comfort and the pain, the fear inside the smile.
We lose along the way the things we leave behind, along the precipice of things we should not climb.
And I’m the first in line.
...The mountain that you climb, just to take a fall—
“well I’ve heard it said that a man would climb a mountain, just to be with the one he loves… how many times has he broken that promise? it has never been done.”
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map