Signs Sighs Sights
4 hours, 4 minutes ago
What if you knew what I’ve been thinking of you,
what if I knew as if immaculate, unblemished, undefiled we are not.
1 day, 7 hours ago
1 day, 8 hours ago
“…her love was a background silence with a scent of moon he loved…”
13signs 8 more words
2 days, 15 hours ago
The thoughts that fume tobacco and chocolate, a country new-mown hay, a summer sea-waved strand, an autumn-fallen leafage, a wintry wine and a spring-blooming instillation must be bizarre mishmash but they are natal, natural to me.
3 days, 4 hours ago
I have as many roaming questions to as many rambling answers to them.
3 days, 5 hours ago