SatiredSurrealist
“I longed for a mirror not to see or be seen, a picture of fire heating the sand, making a crystal palace beneath me. A felt of sandpaper on my face like a tiger's tongue licking a wound. In between wanting to get out and swim away and just letting it take me where it flows, where my thoughts go and where pain looks down on me.” - Sandpaper https://acatcus.medium.com/sandpaper-be83470c4d5e