VernalLapin Aug 13, 2024 I crave the cold decay of autumn only to fly away to a faraway place that’s all warm and green again, for the heartache of death and endings to be quelled by the scent of fresh beginnings, like aloe to a sore.
I crave the cold decay of autumn only to fly away to a faraway place that’s all warm and green again, for the heartache of death and endings to be quelled by the scent of fresh beginnings, like aloe to a sore.