“i’m trudging through this grey woolly yarn, it’s holding on to my legs, it’s really heavy to drag along, i know you hate to hear it.” - justine
“i’m trudging through this grey woolly yarn, it’s holding on to my legs, it’s really heavy to drag along, i know you hate to hear it.” - justine
i cannot detail the unknown nor elaborated the redundant , but the assuring essence is that you can now categorize me into ‘the-whimsical-why-child’.
