The tears that stain my cheek must make me look weak.
пятница, 13 апреля 2012 г.
Nighttime and ungovernable city. It always gives me a reason to think that you are searching for me. It's a kind of magic: feeling you through all of these spaces. Crippled city with a crippled souls. But the most powerful and native. Why do you have such an ambiguous influence on me?