abigail_and_bean

The clouds churn in swirls, grey and dark. A sorrow that befalls the earth, mourning something deep and untold. A tear rolls down, cold and bitter and I weep for the misery of this darkness.

Hello, my friend. 

How have you been? 

It's nice to see your face —  

or ... your forehead skin. 

I don't understand 

what could be so vital