the blinking cursor is a mocking god,taunting me with hope.
i drink in every misspelled word, every digital indication of a warm smile.
the white box is a sky waiting to be filled with clouds of laughter;my heart,a balloon, waiting to be caught up in the words of you...
i drink in every misspelled word, every digital indication of a warm smile.
the white box is a sky waiting to be filled with clouds of laughter;my heart,a balloon, waiting to be caught up in the words of you...