DIARIES
One fine day
I feel my eyes hanging out of my skull, and horses are racing in my head. Not by a coincidence...
A window
It was like a shower of love. An umbrella or almost a shield. The sun was straight to my face....
I feel my eyes hanging out of my skull, and horses are racing in my head. Not by a coincidence...
It was like a shower of love. An umbrella or almost a shield. The sun was straight to my face....