of all shapes and sizes.
the moon was a smooth and slender crescent last night.
love the black of the night;
the contrast of illuminating lights against the dark.
it is telling us:
"eh, heaping fakeness upon secrets,
layers upon layers is so much fun."
now,
that is bliss.
love the black of the night;
the contrast of illuminating lights against the dark.
it is telling us:
"eh, heaping fakeness upon secrets,
layers upon layers is so much fun."
now,
that is bliss.
