without taking this risk. this is life, this is strife, this is what weve learned to call our own. this is what weve learned to call our home. this home
i arose to the company of snow, not you, but the letter you wrote. where the crease underlines a name that you signed that only i would know. and the
of sound. i have a feeling that your feeling less these days. dont interrupt me, ive a moment i am trying to create. dont ignore me, ive got a message