It’s a Monday afternoon. She is sitting in a lone coffee shop. It’s her down time in between classes, and…
Hey You,
Quiet moonwalker, starry-eyed spirit sorter. Let your fingers do the talking for a while…pay no…
“Everything starts at your skin.” Vance Joy, Lay it on Me
Let us walk to infinityHand in hand, along the serenityOf this beach we call lifeAnd experience every shade of it…
Intricate intrigue,spin around a black hole.Sin scene is obscene.