2 years ago
Less to live.
Wrapped crystals and a warped mind, all intervals are on my time. Keep my eyes to the skyline for the signs that I'm not blind. That there's something for I to eye. Wavy skies like Van Gogh's painting, salute the sun my general in waiting
Poetry ･ SelfImprovement ･ Philosophy ･ Nature
Born and raised on a peninsula within a peninsula.