Sitting outside in the warmth of summer, in the daze of evening, in the beauty of love.Enjoying the drinks that came with slight worth, yet
Dream that made me feel the chill You called me, leaving voicemail With words spoken in tears Making my heart squeeze with fears Where are
Long time ago, I have been looking at things around me. Things that surrounded me. Great nature, fresh air, shabby architecture, old train stations, half-broken
This makes all so dirtied… Sullied finger one by one enter the hot personal space. It’s hot here, wet, her breathing abrupt. Music is loud,
Having a stack of great looking sharp pencils to draw. Getting the outlines by simple B pencil, then adding the other designs.