Aug 2013
In her bed.
Our Bed.
Alone.
A Land between.
A surreal junction of thoughts.
Every time I cook, I make too much smoke.
It gets in my eyes.
I think there is deeper meaning there...
...alas.
Our Bed.
Alone.
A Land between.
A surreal junction of thoughts.
Every time I cook, I make too much smoke.
It gets in my eyes.
I think there is deeper meaning there...
...alas.
