I sometimes admire time. Just like water, it moves. In addition, I occasionally run out of words. I want to lie on grass under a bright blue open sky and feel the air tickle my skin. And I wonder What...
I sometimes admire time. Just like water, it moves. In addition, I occasionally run out of words. I want to lie on grass under a bright blue open sky and feel the air tickle my skin. And I wonder What...