Its brightness compels me to peek through the truth
To observe the gray
To listen to stories told by painted lines
And to find my way
through channels dug by grief
Jul 12, 2020
Jul 12, 2020 at 5:32 PM UTC
Its brightness compels me to peek through the truth
To observe the gray
To listen to stories told by painted lines
And to find my way
through channels dug by grief