I guess I should be writing. A poem, fingers scribbling on foggy glass, a song. An old fashioned postcard maybe, A colossal epic where lovers belong. But… Read more “A message in a bottle.”
I guess I should be writing. A poem, fingers scribbling on foggy glass, a song. An old fashioned postcard maybe, A colossal epic where lovers belong. But… Read more “A message in a bottle.”