[14] - monday's child.

「 the intricate art of waiting.」

hoax, ᴛᴀʏʟᴏʀ ꜱᴡɪꜰᴛ, 01.59

driving past mist and fog

a silver haze hangs over town

familiarity gives my heart a tug

a breath of rain is yet to come pouring down.

an unfathomable deep,

infinite oceans wide.

drowning in my sleep,

with the tears i cried.