I took my shirt and read a long description of life as a big trip to the edges of a shadow that's just a liquid way of the inner reflections and contradictions of the hardest to swallow truth about why is time gone even if not cenceiving it as something and why the little and strange boots I keep as memories in the inch I live now in walk towards the same question and that one is just how by santiagoneym

I took my shirt and read a long description of life as a big trip to t…