Jun 2015
We often seek solace in the bog together
Fall into the forest as we grow into each other
Hoping to grasp at a brief moment of forever
Blissfully unaware of our reality or any other
Fall into the forest as we grow into each other
Hoping to grasp at a brief moment of forever
Blissfully unaware of our reality or any other
The Untitleds is collection of poems my friend wrote for me about our favorite place that I felt needed to be documented.
