Mahoney: Now we wait.
Magorium: No. We breathe, we pulse, we regenerate. Our hearts beat, our minds create, our souls injest.
...But that’s disregard. You find another friend and you discard as you lose the argument in a cable car, hanging above as the canyon comes between…
...dreams can tell a lifetime, frame by frame the times you’ve seen, as they slowly slip your mind..
You’re at my fingertips, just out of reach…
I don’t want to believe.
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map