late quiet nights, where all you hear is the faint sound of a morning bird. Nothing compares to that. I like laying still under thick blankets, listening to the thoughts circle in my head. Accomplishing nothing but gaining everything.
late quiet nights, where all you hear is the faint sound of a morning bird. Nothing compares to that. I like laying still under thick blankets, listening to the thoughts circle in my head. Accomplishing nothing but gaining everything.