When the lights aren’t working, waiting is no longer fair; we were made to taste the air and lose the reality we found in those clouds…
When the lights aren’t working, waiting is no longer fair; we were made to taste the air and lose the reality we found in those clouds…
Unorganised order. Organised chaos.
Nobody is better than everyone else. Love nobody, he’ll love you before everyone else does.
MEL(L)O(W)DIC™ 