mariarose
I like to walk along the street and stare up at them, the little old fashioned ones, the towering modern ones. I like the hanging baskets, the cute lattice windows, the flowers.
tell me one? illustrate grandeouse illusions of wonder, I want to be enlightened, entertained. Your lies are like fireworks, so vivid and intense and I am addicted. Please, tell me. Tell me a tale.
You left me, ripped and unclean. You abandoned me and my mottled sheen.