Intimacy;
The ache, what holds it, clenched wings, cold air, soft eyes?
And yet, in forgetting everything, forgetting nothing; colors shed in obtrusive blindness.
What archaic endlessness, holds its world aloft?
Dec 26, 2013
Dec 26, 2013 at 6:05 PM UTC
Intimacy;
The ache, what holds it, clenched wings, cold air, soft eyes?
And yet, in forgetting everything, forgetting nothing; colors shed in obtrusive blindness.
What archaic endlessness, holds its world aloft?