// Diary // Doodles // Molt // Crimson // Fiction
on the waves,
crashing in hard stone;
on the wind,
rushing through the tall grass;
on the silence,
cursing these euphoric nights.
writings at "Diary"
when you have the paper, you have the pen, but the pen is out of ink.the words are on your mind, but you just can’t write them.analogyver