spectrums
- LECTURAS 23,549
- Votos 1,601
- Partes 34
A collection of tragedies of sorts, of demons or angels (whatever you'd fancy to call them) that lurk and/or gleam in my mind. Written when the moon's dreary and the sun's near awakening. Obnoxiously metaphoric, subtly inspirational.
© Jake Sullivan, 2014