The sun is about to set in the west when she enters the room, as always, without knocking. He tries to push the white book below his pillow but an edge is still visible. Things are hard to conceal from people you love, especially from her. She sits in the only chair lying by the [...]
I can’t figure out when exactly it happens. Probably only in dreams where things move at a snails pace and mostly no one speaks. These dreams are like silent pictures that captures not a moment but a period of nothingness. I pan in and out from different perspectives and found you tucked somewhere wearing [...]
bright burning sun buried in the snow tender frozen legs cold dark winters flower in the rain that suffocating smell