My sunrises are upstaged now; instead -he- beams into my room.
Tag / boyhood
23 Ute
Spinning back down the years; almost as if it were somebody else…
cross the road gladiolas grew
a sizable patch
every imagined color
even peach
Read On…
Spinning back down the years; almost as if it were somebody else…
cross the road gladiolas grew
a sizable patch
every imagined color
even peach
Read On…
||skirmishes|| ||with|| ||reality|| 