Reverie

If i could walk across the sky skipping cloud to cloud i would drop each and every star upon your head, the dusty glitter of it all, then i would light a fire and call it a day   -Nisi-...

To The Future

“god” bless the unveiled children faces hide behind a dark division sport uneven broken lines, lies nothing more to do but giggle caress the maniac sunset deflower over low clouds as motionless words waste away become a stale sex smell broken machines of...