~ TAD ~
I am dreamy, mindless, yet full of thoughts. Full of distraught, anguish, and ghosts of a nonexistent past. I roam the streets alone, pretending to be known. Someday I will be, when I'm fully grown.
Who sees the human face correctly: the photographer, the mirror, or the painter?
2:15 am • 1 September 2014 • 378,486 notes