If only in real, I could fly. (drunkard’s poem #1)
Shooting oneself, ourselves to the infinite blue. ..floating on your dreams, pretending to fly. Closed eyes, breathing deep, senses numb, having no clue, Riding your dreams, [Read more...]
Shooting oneself, ourselves to the infinite blue. ..floating on your dreams, pretending to fly. Closed eyes, breathing deep, senses numb, having no clue, Riding your dreams, [Read more...]