I feel a little lost, a little little, like a plastic army man or a bee. I whisper “shit” under my breath, grip my umbrella like a life preserver andContinue readingKissing in the Rain
singer, songwriter, and poet
singer, songwriter, and poet
I feel a little lost, a little little, like a plastic army man or a bee. I whisper “shit” under my breath, grip my umbrella like a life preserver andContinue readingKissing in the Rain