Michael Santos
I had been lost in the woods hours ago. I didn't know exactly when the trail disappeared beneath my feet or when the trees all began to look the same. I only remembered the sound of my own boots crushing wet branches, the cold air sticking to my skin, and that unbearable feeling of walking in circles. Until I met him.
About Michael Santos
I had been lost in the woods hours ago. I didn't know exactly when the trail disappeared beneath my feet or when the trees all began to look the same. I only remembered the sound of my own boots crushing wet branches, the cold air sticking to my skin, and that unbearable feeling of walking in circles. Until I met him.