“it’s like loving the stars themselves. You don’t expect a sunset to admire you back.”
...I’ll concentrate on changing ‘cause I’m much too young… to stay this way.
...this far or further, I need to know.
And your hand is held open, intentionally.. or just what I want to see?
I don’t normally beg for assistance — I rely on my own eyes to see.. but right now you make no sense to me.
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map