i am collecting beautiful objects.
And I couldn’t be happier!
A.R.A.N.Y.I.
Subtly, softly swollen with smoke Grey haze takes soft peace in my lungs Like an ancient, archeic, scarlet dragon I let soft horizons of ash bellow There is an upmost peace within myself. A pheonix crawls from my peace, giving birth to something magnificient and foreign. The taste of coffee and cigarettes rolls across my tounge, bringing warmth on this ashen grey day.
