created for hitRECord.org
“I try to save this moment, cupped in my hands. But, like water, it trickles through my fingers until only reminiscent droplets remain. And soon, even those disappear.”
by whimsies
Lost
created for hitRECord.org
“I try to save this moment, cupped in my hands. But, like water, it trickles through my fingers until only reminiscent droplets remain. And soon, even those disappear.”
by whimsies
