Crickets
in my ear.
They cry out for something, somewhere.
Where?
It’s just a sound.
Something, somewhere.
Something.
Existing
just to be forgotten.
Nov 24, 2014
Nov 24, 2014 at 12:09 PM UTC
Crickets
in my ear.
They cry out for something, somewhere.
Where?
It’s just a sound.
Something, somewhere.
Something.
Existing
just to be forgotten.
