Should I pursue my heart on reckless ways and find the path that leads me to your door? For I would do whatever it would take To show you that our hearts could yet endure. My love, my heart is tindered, yet remains What's left beats now for only you and you. I promise I

The physicists say that most of the universe is empty space. Little strings, vibrating things, are what compose this place. I am inclined to agree. Even when we touch we are separated from each other. Can we, in the end, really know that all this matters? Are not these matters only space? Am I merely