My Fall SanctuaryI need to write, write to escape, to fly to a sanctuary where all my fears, all my axieties melt to disappear. All I need is to write to say nothing, on impulse, without knowing what will happen to the rest of a white page when an ink and coal tornado will fierce on a small part of tree. From the tip of a branch, all I need is to dance with words to sing with the wind. Isn't it incredible to see we've got the whole World on our fingertips, that all we need is a thought and a pencil to dream? Some people dream by creating images, some by capturing the moment or by imprisoning words between the lines of a sheet. Me, I got the perfect balance. T
And his tongue piercing...
I've never seen a tongue piercing like that! It's really cool.
And his tongue piercing...
I've never seen a tongue piercing like that! It's really cool.