To the Infinite Blue
LinoTheOne
Wandering through the roads of life, till they are not more alive, dead in grey and roughness, like a river that dries at its course. What is at the end of this painful road? The huge, eternal blue of solitude.
LinoTheOne
Wandering through the roads of life, till they are not more alive, dead in grey and roughness, like a river that dries at its course. What is at the end of this painful road? The huge, eternal blue of solitude.
