Drewwilsonphoto: You Feel The Train Shake The Sidewalk Beneath Your Feet And The Alcohol Has Started To Hit You Hard. You Think Of Him. He Thinks Of His Next Drink. You’ve Always Felt Most Connected To The Sadness. The Way It Creeps Up Your Spine
Sag mir bitte, ob das ich bin, hinter der Hand. Ich habe Angst das ich den Kopf nicht erkenne.
