Accumulation of the expressions of self and colloquials thereof.
Friday, October 25, 2013
Wish I had somewhere to go. The sky is beautiful today, and yet I feel caged.
There are walls between man's spirit, and the spirit of life. I never felt so distant from the green grass beneath my feet.
No comments:
Post a Comment
Newer Post
Older Post
Home
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment