Tell me why I no longer see things as I did. You turn me around.
If we had a moment to share, would you take it. I'm loosing sense of time and everything's the same.
I'll be home in a day, though I fear that's a month too late.
I borrowed my burgundy dad's work shirt, cut up and old pair of faded bleach-washed jeans to create shorts and threw on my striped top from H&M underneath it. That IS a laundry basket you can see in one of the photos. It doesn't matter though, I kind of like it.