you were a smoker, and while i hopped right next to you quite plainly, you probably didn’t even notice my presence, as you breathed rhythmically, out of sync with the sporadic thumps of the train car, you were far away in a quiet, ashy, dreamland.
love is the child of illusion and the parent of disillusion.
you were a smoker, and while i hopped right next to you quite plainly, you probably didn’t even notice my presence, as you breathed rhythmically, out of sync with the sporadic thumps of the train car, you were far away in a quiet, ashy, dreamland.
