This is how it should start.
An end.
Alone without a friend.
It’s not why, but when.
Then everything comes together.
A new cycle, a sweet chapter.
Traffic in My Mind
Swimming in the place where imagination is the only key to make it real
Swimming in the place where imagination is the only key to make it real
This is how it should start.
An end.
Alone without a friend.
It’s not why, but when.
Then everything comes together.
A new cycle, a sweet chapter.
