My words are fractured
but my thoughts are undivided.
My fingers are tapestry of both,
stitching them incompletely.
But to some these things make sense.
Apr 21, 2017
Apr 21, 2017 at 6:44 AM UTC
My words are fractured
but my thoughts are undivided.
My fingers are tapestry of both,
stitching them incompletely.
But to some these things make sense.
