Pain sears through the blocks, clearing the traffic, clearing the sky.
Love comes like this, life too.
Big days and bigger nights. How can we balance our deaths so that they don’t tip us
off or over, into or under?
Pain sears through the blocks, clearing the traffic, clearing the sky.
Love comes like this, life too.
Big days and bigger nights. How can we balance our deaths so that they don’t tip us
off or over, into or under?