And it was all yellow…
When i wore its colour, the yellow of the city lights swallowed me in its cacophony and allowed me to swim through it as one of its own.
Taken by a friend in Bangalore, India.
Sip the warmth from your mug, grab a cushion, and turn down the music - there is much to be said.Bring me a chocolate and I’ll guarantee you more naansense.
Me, Elsewhere
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