sometimes when everything seems to be falling in on itself, when people forget the poetry of the human heart as they loose themselves in their egos, nothing makes me feel better than being out at night, anywhere, thinking that somewhere in the world someone is sat upon a rusted fire escape, with ...
sometimes when everything seems to be falling in on itself, when people forget the poetry of the human heart as they loose themselves in their egos, nothing makes me feel better than being out at night, anywhere, thinking that somewhere in the world someone is sat upon a rusted fire escape, with ...