JupiterMidnight
North
The particles of light are transformed as the smoke crosses over them. Never in a hurry,
never too late: slinking by, floating on some unseen airwave, iconic and ageless. The cigarette calls.
The particles of light are transformed as the smoke crosses over them. Never in a hurry,
never too late: slinking by, floating on some unseen airwave, iconic and ageless. The cigarette calls.