Jan 2020
The wine, the fire
before me
in the still
night
...in me
behind me
through me
I sit here
running....
in my head
my heart
I will escape
it
to the truth
that some of us will make it
after the fire
before me
in the still
night
...in me
behind me
through me
I sit here
running....
in my head
my heart
I will escape
it
to the truth
that some of us will make it
after the fire
