The Sigh and The Storm
One,
Full of life
The other
An idea
One,
Full of life
The other
An idea
Silent things are not for conquering
The chapter on burning and touching
Becoming every colour can leave us gray, when the lights go down
Lines are comprised of the silences in letters And say more (It seems) Than the screams of obsolete profanity I steal them And they love me for the sweetness of manipulation’s lullaby If waterfalls could whisper away the fallacy of words I would wait for rain each day And soak in the reality of translucence […]
Nothing captures everything, forevermore