a howling at the moon, night has come to bare the cold air. the fog rises seeping from the ground as it takes a breath and then exhales, a lingering haze balances hovers still, without movement, The clear sky deep blue grey appears to be covering the plains touching with it’s reach, tucks far and... Sign in to see full entry.
can't get what you want, be thankful for what you got, expect to much, nothing will ever be enough expect nothing and you will receive more than you could ever have dreamed Sign in to see full entry.