This is a scheduled post planned to be published at 20.4.2015 at 20:13
There are days, when, what I long to do then, is just write... all the day long, and into the night. Immerse sight; in, and to the depths of poetic trite, until eyes can see no further, through such diminished light... There are days, when, what I long to do then, is just write... all the day long, and into the night. Immerse sight; in, and to the depths of poetic trite, until eyes can see no further, through such diminished light...
20.4.2015 at 20:13