“We don’t see things as they are, we see them as we are”
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?
...And you might just be a shiny thing, but you are the shiny thing I am pursuing.
And then you take my breath.
I say “hey, I need that to get back to the top.”
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map