pouring it all down the vase while I am looking for a way to see the only difference in the story that I am connected to
and whether you want to find me too just look for the one that is pouring all the words like flowers down a vase but I am writing the stories as if they are my poems of words.
YOU ARE READING
When The Sun Comes Up, The Night Will Rise in The Fall
PoetryWhen the sun comes up I almost have amnesia from all the dreams I had last night I thought I could bookmark the page of the last chapter of the book I read but come to think of it I lost my place while I fell asleep dreaming of different thoughts in...
