Restless
It is that perennial immateriality dwelling between living and dying Crouched in the corners and grappling by the hinges Only […]
It is that perennial immateriality dwelling between living and dying Crouched in the corners and grappling by the hinges Only […]
another day is here and my hands are still covered With a mantle of stoic ink Words scribbled on a […]
my secrets Appear on your window When you fog the division With your own warm breath; you lost yourself in […]