Speck of Outreach

I like drinking a strong cup of pitch black coffee in the chilly autumn mornings when you can hear the wind blazing outside and the trees wavering back and forth, and when my stomach is utterly empty of any usable source of energy, which has all been drained during the night in order to fuel my dreams of whom i can usually barely recall but the most tiniest, picturesque details; the ones that affe

Speck of Outreach