and a packet of ice…
I listen closely to the sound that the ice-cubes makes as I twirl my glass. For a moment I thought I will break into words..
I answer a call, “what’s the scene?”
Now I walk alone to be somewhere.
and a packet of ice…
I listen closely to the sound that the ice-cubes makes as I twirl my glass. For a moment I thought I will break into words..
I answer a call, “what’s the scene?”
Now I walk alone to be somewhere.
