rebecca-shain
A huge thank you for 11.7K views on my poetry! / / An urge for the insane and the reckless, to leave the menial behind, to run or to drive carelessly through the night, far away from comfort and security. An ache for an altered perspective, for experiences, for sights, for conversations and an ache to be seen, to be heard, to hold, to spend minutes in silence.
