Wild thing...

Breaths

and gray fog. Norii mai cască şi ei din când în când...

Down the RaBBit wHole

Creating the whole. Creating the dream. Catching the eye of your doubt. A dust-speck-of memory is enough for all. Happily ever-now. I miss my changing perspective on the world.
Stuck with an alluring smile. Hopefully.

How far does a rabbit dig its hole?