another long drive to dublin
sometimes the farm feels like a prison. rows of fields stretching out empty just like my bed just like my nights. i know every inch of this land but god knows i know nothing of human touch.dublin is t
Kilkenny. Beer, hurling, good company.
sometimes the farm feels like a prison. rows of fields stretching out empty just like my bed just like my nights. i know every inch of this land but god knows i know nothing of human touch.dublin is t