I still smile when I remember us in younger days.
The things that we can’t explain — roll on like a runaway train. Into the fire and out of the frame. Wild and gone like a runaway train.
Posto. 28 Ago 2026.
I still smile when I remember us in younger days.
The things that we can’t explain — roll on like a runaway train. Into the fire and out of the frame. Wild and gone like a runaway train.