Proteas & Papercups

without you, my plate is always empty. without you, the wine is water. without you, my table can never be full enough. the linens seem petty and the elegant china seems shallow. the food bland. the company distant and unnecessary. without you. quite simply, without you, this dinner is pointless.
May 25

without you, my plate is always empty. without you, the wine is water. without you, my table can never be full enough. the linens seem petty and the elegant china seems shallow. the food bland. the company distant and unnecessary. without you. quite simply, without you, this dinner is pointless.