JOSIAH BERLIAN
To the Moon
If you’re patient enough to read this stuff, you’ll be getting the unfiltered works. The silent melody of hope, lurking in shades of black and white.
And boy do I hope that you catch my drift.
JOSIAH BERLIAN
If you’re patient enough to read this stuff, you’ll be getting the unfiltered works. The silent melody of hope, lurking in shades of black and white.
And boy do I hope that you catch my drift.
And here began eternity, in fall it’s always been – summer, winter, spring and you.
