morning
Mattis Manzel:
My dear flou,
Call it the forces of the moon, I feel like writing you. It’s like a big bed surrounded by a lemon scent you wake up in and there’s the morning light but you decide the day not to begin yet. You linger.
morning
Mattis Manzel:
My dear flou,
Call it the forces of the moon, I feel like writing you. It’s like a big bed surrounded by a lemon scent you wake up in and there’s the morning light but you decide the day not to begin yet. You linger.