losing my ground.
i dream about hundreds of paper cranes, cold beer in a small cafe, Italian music from the loudspeakers, block pavement outside and absolute loneliness.
sometimes i hate this feeling of being in love.

losing my ground.

i dream about hundreds of paper cranes, cold beer in a small cafe, Italian music from the loudspeakers, block pavement outside and absolute loneliness.

sometimes i hate this feeling of being in love.