there's an inside to my outside and i havent found it yet. im nearing what could only be mistaken as completely forgettable, but wasting time sits so deliciously.
between the eyes of some wayside disposal is the makings of comfortable chair lounging. too long and too lost behind years of golden atmosphere's held together by wishful thinking.
later
between the eyes of some wayside disposal is the makings of comfortable chair lounging. too long and too lost behind years of golden atmosphere's held together by wishful thinking.
later