Undone
bedsheets and socks on their feet and wrappers strewn like cigarette butts on
The Search
I cannot find or see what I seek. Blind, I
Make Your Way
At times, we are lost in a sea of thought. We swim in new ideas and warm,
bedsheets and socks on their feet and wrappers strewn like cigarette butts on
I cannot find or see what I seek. Blind, I
At times, we are lost in a sea of thought. We swim in new ideas and warm,
