I return you the same indifference you gifted me. I am stuck in my teens, my eyes seek beauty in everything, my mind wanders off in dreams. However, colouring a pheasant doesn’t turn it into a peacock.
~ collection of a dreamer’s soliloquies
I return you the same indifference you gifted me. I am stuck in my teens, my eyes seek beauty in everything, my mind wanders off in dreams. However, colouring a pheasant doesn’t turn it into a peacock.