I remember when life was all about
soft edges and incandescence
( subtle timbres that echo )
( )
( )
until that stillness shattered with the
blunt force of
thirty thousand wandering souls
scurrying back to safety in their
respective books
Sep 18, 2014
Sep 18, 2014 at 10:38 PM UTC
I remember when life was all about
soft edges and incandescence
( subtle timbres that echo )
( )
( )
until that stillness shattered with the
blunt force of
thirty thousand wandering souls
scurrying back to safety in their
respective books
