so if i fell would you think to catch me or smile at the little broken pieces?
not that it is of any consequence in these times..
it's always the tiny connections that throw me. a softlink to
one hundred years of solitude and i need to renew my library books and other things i can't think of right now. i have nothing to say, and so, i am not sure why i am bothering with this at all... hm hm.
silent sunlight.