I came here to sit down and smoke that last cigarette
I might not have been all that you thought
I might not have fallen onto bended knees
I came here to write about what in time turned to nought
I came here to escape the shadow and the silhouette
Thursday 25 June 2015
From One Photograph
I came here to write about the valley of the apricot trees
I came here to sit down and smoke that last cigarette
I might not have been all that you thought
I might not have fallen onto bended knees
I came here to write about what in time turned to nought
I came here to escape the shadow and the silhouette
I came here to sit down and smoke that last cigarette
I might not have been all that you thought
I might not have fallen onto bended knees
I came here to write about what in time turned to nought
I came here to escape the shadow and the silhouette
