Nov 2016
Listening to the music made by the trees
Leaves rustling and the small of fresh water as the clouds cry for each other
I begin to wonder why I waste my time thinking about my past
Leaves rustling and the small of fresh water as the clouds cry for each other
I begin to wonder why I waste my time thinking about my past
11/1/16
I'll be posting more often. Sorry I haven't been posting lately.
I'll be posting more often. Sorry I haven't been posting lately.
