SWIRLING MILK DREAMS

Every evening, my mind takes me on a whimsical journey. I'm soaring through a rich sea of brown milk, glowing with miniature stars. Pillowy clouds of cotton candy drift by, and I can smell the richness of pure milk. It's a magical escape where problems are just a distant memory. Cocoa Cravings & Vape Drifts Yo, these whole thing be gettin' kind