You’re walking at night on a beach that has pockets of quicksand that pour into an hourglass someone keeps flipping.
But know that there are little air pockets of happiness we sometimes catch while drowning and you’re one.
You’re walking at night on a beach that has pockets of quicksand that pour into an hourglass someone keeps flipping.
But know that there are little air pockets of happiness we sometimes catch while drowning and you’re one.
Twelve drummers drumming.
Eleven pipers playing.