le sigh
asking questions, too demanding, and wondering why the sky doesn't fall—it just hangs there, threateningly, waiting for our backs to turn and our eyes to close so it can melt and be gone: oh how you'll miss it.
asking questions, too demanding, and wondering why the sky doesn't fall—it just hangs there, threateningly, waiting for our backs to turn and our eyes to close so it can melt and be gone: oh how you'll miss it.