Catface
Bluelighter
i like it when the wind hits me in august while the plastic birds meditate to the ocean water.
i pretend im a dancer and dance.
the wind lifts me until im in new york.
where i pick the apples from the trees and savor the moment.
i pretend im a dancer and dance.
the wind lifts me until im in new york.
where i pick the apples from the trees and savor the moment.
