Caught a glimpse of that that quivers in silent shackles. It was hung there in the deep recesses of your fertile lobes. A thought wasted on a feeble yearning is a sinful undertaking I’ve come to know. Go to god and ask…is this devine light meant to set my face aglow or am I out of touch…and its but a torch to light a frenzy in this hurried hope.
Keep Calm and Drink Tea theme by Polaraul




