let's run away.
pack the car with whatever we can fit in and fuck off to a place no one knows
YOU ARE READING
ashes and sunflowers
Poetrywords flow through the stream of my thoughts... the warmth of my happiness beats down on my garden, while the depression batters it like a winter storm. life is a wildfire...destruction and growth come hand in hand... through the ashes, my sunflower...
"get in"
let's run away.
pack the car with whatever we can fit in and fuck off to a place no one knows
