I am somewhere lost in a hostile dream and the South End. There are no more feathers on my skin and stars in my eyes. It is the second week of a gothic autumn and winter is waiting its turn.
I am swinging on a golden sunset enjoying someone else's fun When you are this pretty you donβt just delete your social media, You delete your entire social life.
This is a great way to rest peacefully in Life. My mind is the beautiful scenery I live in.