hello cicada's, forget the bees.
1 Jun 2024 1 minute read 0 comments The Virtual Idealist
Drowning in the silence. Blinded by the lack of light. Frowning faces in the clouds. Carried along by the humid breeze. Funny these treads, hello cicada's, forget the bees. Who cares, not me, im to busy falling, Whispers of the dark blowing in the...