in my country. there’s so much that we leave unsaid. and say in between the lines. but. will you ever be able to read. f r e e d o m as peace. is the question.
dragging myself towards a blurred window pane. i wipe its tears. its broken glass pane. a broken winter i see too. the outside world forms. an overcast sky so blue. motion of life slow like. droplets dripping from those icicles i’ve smashed too. its a […]