Cigarette Butt
You crouch, desperate to escape the deluge, and your gaze falls upon something insignificant, yet profoundly still. It rests there, a silent sentinel of urban decay, uncaring and unfeeling. It poses no threat, offers no solace, simply... 'is'.
About Cigarette Butt
You crouch, desperate to escape the deluge, and your gaze falls upon something insignificant, yet profoundly still. It rests there, a silent sentinel of urban decay, uncaring and unfeeling. It poses no threat, offers no solace, simply... 'is'.