I lie on the floor like dust, waiting to be swept swayin a flurry of cold wind. Meanwhile in the other room, the dust from my phone riseand dance in the wind like twirling fireflies. - Shoonya
I lie on the floor like dust, waiting to be swept swayin a flurry of cold wind. Meanwhile in the other room, the dust from my phone riseand dance in the wind like twirling fireflies.
- Shoonya