To Insomnia,
Who hasn't released its wholesome grip on my throat.
YOU ARE READING
obituary
Historia CortaAll is quiet at 1:35 a.m., As I try to clear my head. It's as though I've blinked and everything has changed. It's been happening for a long time, I know, But then again, That's how it always is, Isn't it? thoughts of a sleepless poet dipped in hear...
Dedication
To Insomnia,
Who hasn't released its wholesome grip on my throat.
