ph: devina
it carries a chill in me. a brush of fresh air. freedom. dance. literary passion. curiosity. i love spending my days in a secluded place, reading thick paperbacks to kill time. reinhardt jazz blaring in my ears. i'm feeling strong. i'm still running, always running. j'ai finalement perdu dans mes rêves. i would write love declarations in gaelic, smoke my regular mild seven, go out without telling anybody, and shoot letters at the sky. il y avait toujours un vide, un vide très, très nul.
