“At least its the ocean I drown in; right?”

There, is always a change amidst the coves. There, is always a played heart of stone. Walking alone the shore line. I'm given a little time. In negative film, and file. Fine one's in line's of note and partridge. I feel as though the breeze of the ocean consumes, yet amongst the lies. I; find … Continue reading “At least its the ocean I drown in; right?”