Sandielle

every night I dream about the angel beings with celestial sandy hair and every morning I wake up with a headache madly obsessed with that snow-white skin do the walls feel how I feel? and do the antique statues put lipstick on their mouths? that's correct then, after the first chapter I throw out to the moonless night every god-forgotten book forgotten like those mean marine mammals and think about Sandielle too bad that I can't sleep at night anymore and from the distance I yell goodbye to Sandielle