| A Process | I hear you spitting at the words of the yellow pages and overhear the book, scolding me for my inferiority. I try to convince the ink to stay a little more, perhaps till my metamorphosis but, short terms and arrivals match more with each other than with long words of meaning. And, so it left with an intention of a Forever... | caption | | A Process | I hear you spitting at the words of the yellow pages and overhear the book, scolding me for my inferiority. I try to convince the ink to stay a little more, perhaps till my metamorphosis but,
