Tomorrow Will Never Be Today
We stopped this before. In my head of lullabies. I swear I’ve seen this before, twisting the reigns on a horse. Ceramics and feathers, waiting for the weather to shine…
We stopped this before. In my head of lullabies. I swear I’ve seen this before, twisting the reigns on a horse. Ceramics and feathers, waiting for the weather to shine…