elusive1.20.2013.this game of chess was never designed to be wonbecause i have spent months trying to define the color of your eyes is it the color of american expresso or the forged calm on a pillow of doubt? or is it the color of keyholes belonging to lonely artisans who dreamof flying a plane one day, crashing into their dreamsto keep days sane i efface the imagery of your hands spreading out like wingsthere was a storm simmeringover the frost covered campfires in my headtoday he spins out scrawling verses on the back of his handstretching out notsofar enough to reach the telephone linein between the screams of implausib
the colors are fabulous and i love the vintage feel.
great job love : )
how are you ^^