What I see is
imperfection
in the eyes of
Elevator.
John is sleeping.
John is kicking the ball.
Dear Papa,
why the cosmos is
the cosmos.
The reverence shines through
my hole.
The whole swimming pool was left in the ocean.
Dear Papa,
please tell me how to
have
sand.
May 16, 2014
May 16, 2014 at 5:29 PM UTC
What I see is
imperfection
in the eyes of
Elevator.
John is sleeping.
John is kicking the ball.
Dear Papa,
why the cosmos is
the cosmos.
The reverence shines through
my hole.
The whole swimming pool was left in the ocean.
Dear Papa,
please tell me how to
have
sand.
