theauracle
the cascades were calling him again… and as he checked the unread messages in his brainpan, he stands and nervously rubs his hands, deleting each of the vocal memos, each idiom as piercing as the last finally, after disconnecting, h…
the colour of love today is a mixture of white & grey navy blue & beige generations past, present, and future congregate on the green grass amongst the playful laughter of children amongst the smiles of parents proud amongst our mutual frie…