you left such a beautiful comment in my journal and i've been trying to think of how to respond, and this seems to be the best i can do:
a love that is not given free, cannot help but end disasterously. boil the sea, bake the sand, melt the mountains and take my hand. in the dawn's faint light we might begin to see, that i am you and you are me.
Friends are indeed back up. And I think someone should write a papers on the parallels between bondage and music. 1, 2, 3 not it!
a love that is not given free, cannot help but end disasterously. boil the sea, bake the sand, melt the mountains and take my hand. in the dawn's faint light we might begin to see, that i am you and you are me.