What’s happening to me All that I could ever be Every evening after light Eyes too tired to bid goodnight What’s happening to me As in the evening sun streams I think of thee as moonbeams And fall asleep right where its warm Thinking of you and I’m calm What’s happening to her She’s rolling […]
If we disappear and nobody notices, we don’t actually disappear. Because for someone to disappear, they have to be missed. It always takes two to disappear. One that stays and one that goes.