I notice the way you look at me with admiring eyes and I watch myself taking it in my hands and throwing it back in your face.
There it is, the destruction that can’t let the beauty flow. To let it come from you to me.
an ode to travelling
I notice the way you look at me with admiring eyes and I watch myself taking it in my hands and throwing it back in your face.
There it is, the destruction that can’t let the beauty flow. To let it come from you to me.