Sitting on the beach. Watching the small waves crash and roll and creep their way up to callouses on my toes. The ripples are slow and hypnotic almost like the world was breathing in and out. But something is unreal about this vision…its only a memory…fading and dispersing throughout the cracked and chaotic mind of [...]
Pasta Primavera — Sitting on the beach. Watching the small waves crash and roll and creep their way up to callouses on my toes. The ripples are slow and hypnotic almost like the wo... more info