Sep 2019
woven through fingertips—
gleaming tendrils of light,
a hundred lives woven
in the darkness of night.
stitches of amber
sewn through time,
with time itself sewn
through the ethereal divine
gleaming tendrils of light,
a hundred lives woven
in the darkness of night.
stitches of amber
sewn through time,
with time itself sewn
through the ethereal divine
i dont know a lotta this is random these days
