A quick poem written on the bus
From the middle east
The Saharian winds
Frizzled my weave
Let's play a love game <3
What would it be like to board a train thats destination is nowhere?
Are you in touch with all of your darkest fantasies?
By: Elizabeth Grant
My worst nightmare came true. Did I survive? Did I give in? Sigh!
just for a little bit let me wander
Look at the rims, silver and shiny! Round, and they look chrome-cast.