We chose this, and bound ourselves to the endless Samsara.
the prince and her bride.
our hearts falter, then fade into the dusk.
winter echoes
beppo.
nameless and the spaces between
little sketches
my heart and mind are in a strange place.
tomorrow will be a better day.
Can’t sleep.
(or find my glasses)
the end of the world is just a hypothesis.
Hey pretty girl, time to wake up
what I actually wear…
a little here, a little there
sweet
