Spinning dials, my heart tries to find a frequency that
emits more than painful static in perfect stereo.
YOU ARE READING
seasons of my heart
PoesíaLove: infinitely personal and consistently imperfect. Life: like the seasons, continues to move on; never stopping and always changing. Hope: the persistent light in the dark.
Is Anyone There?
Spinning dials, my heart tries to find a frequency that
emits more than painful static in perfect stereo.