October 16, 2016.
I cant sleep. This random thoughts are so frustrating. I wont bother writing about him again because I'll probably tear yet another page from you my dear stare eyes (for like, the 4th time already)
I'll just... I don't know?
Quote or draw something (or both? who knows what I'll do?)
YOU ARE READING
stare eyes
Romanceprologue to something I'll never write and never... vanquished. The poems are all mine... I think. (because I've written this a bit late at night so maybe I've read it somewhere but... yeah.) Also the art here is beautiful BUUUUUUUUUT NOT MINE...
