the rough pages / that which is beautiful, is the one which has the most stories and tragedies to tell. damsels smoke and drink out of their hands, white feathers in their hair.

"I'm just me, whoever that is." - Bob Dylan.
‘till morning comes, it’ll be just us, just you and me, your back facing my face, my lips on your arched neck; lingering, longing, wanting to always be there with you. with you.