When we learn to listen
There is a lyric, somewhere, lost between the altruism of truth and hope. I saw a man today, crepe paper skinned encased in an ancient armchair. Twinkle in his eye, […]
There is a lyric, somewhere, lost between the altruism of truth and hope. I saw a man today, crepe paper skinned encased in an ancient armchair. Twinkle in his eye, […]
Meander with me, stranger, a while in the sadness behind glacial eyes which hope to melt someday; dripdropping their raindrop strata somewhere within the realms of your fingertips which stroke […]
Folding in familiar bound leather scented necessity, comfortable cocoon words like clouds, an escape eiderdown for the soul but what if they haunt? creeping unseen and silent under skin so […]