Apr 13, 2017
swiss folk. nawet dają radę.
and hours, and hours, spent in dust between cities of gardens, mountains of rocks hands pressed against the window and my eyes cluelessly searching and hours, and hours, away from my towers between cities by night and travel by day feet locked under the window and my head sailing ahead without a curve shadows painted under railwaystations, flowers of these bitter lands ink to draw lighthouses my words improving
