After a bottle of white wine, I wonder if there is anything I can do to be loved. All I can do is support the art I like and the people I am intrigued by. And yet… All is hollow. Inside. Maybe I am just made of glass.
After a bottle of white wine, I wonder if there is anything I can do to be loved. All I can do is support the art I like and the people I am intrigued by. And yet… All is hollow. Inside. Maybe I am just made of glass.