P.S.
I like grey skies and mute tones
I am a man of ice and snow
of crisp winter air
that you can break over your knee
I like to watch the breath leave my mouth
as if to say
I’m still alive
I like the cold
I like grey skies and mute tones
I am a man of ice and snow
of crisp winter air
that you can break over your knee
I like to watch the breath leave my mouth
as if to say
I’m still alive
I like the cold