All words wither, a river of rain falls upon my bare skin at midnight. Servus imprisonment, the mother of all … More
Tag: reflection
We broke the clocks and seasons
Dear friend of my heart, I got rid of the clock on the wall long ago. My wrists have been … More
Dying Star
The dying star bled dismally as we floated around it. If one were to trace our path , the lines … More
Story Of The Footloose 