White water meets white sky.
No escape from this fog bubble we call paradise.
Eyes blinded by white blankets of smoke.
We wonder what is beyond.
A white canvas to project one's desires of a far-off dream.
Thinking...
Anything is better than this, right?
Sep 26, 2018
Sep 26, 2018 at 8:19 PM UTC
White water meets white sky.
No escape from this fog bubble we call paradise.
Eyes blinded by white blankets of smoke.
We wonder what is beyond.
A white canvas to project one's desires of a far-off dream.
Thinking...
Anything is better than this, right?
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