turned inward, much that passes by goes missing: but outward, she often finds the real her, flying through new skies
so much more than relationships, and yet less: finding place in the realization that 'place' is relative
sing of love: find your own music. sing your song, just for you. then let your voice float over the eager and sore
what gets lost when we lose ourselves is more than subjective -- how do we find our way home without having one?