pyjamas left unwashed

Time is rude. Time is impatient. Time laughs at your sorrows sailing across the feathered ripples, bursting into wilted cherry blossoms. Time kisses your eye and slyly takes your hand while you are preoccupied with its sunken lips, a sunken morose ship.¬† Time is rude. Time is impatient, like pyjama pants left unwashed by the […]