A corked bottle of self-loathing, floating in a sea of desperation.
Once a tiny little star, floating down the windy sky lanes, was blown a little too harshly by a stor... Once a tiny little star, floating down the windy sky lanes, was blown a little t...
And on some days, he is the voice of a silence that beats meaning... And on some days, he is the voice of a silence that beats meaning...