A Name
I feel like I’m continually caught in a sort of permanent cobalt season, sandwiched between the dark of night and the bright light of morning. My eyes are still trying to adjust to see my surroundings.
Written in Belgium, Spring 2006
I feel like I’m continually caught in a sort of permanent cobalt season, sandwiched between the dark of night and the bright light of morning. My eyes are still trying to adjust to see my surroundings.
Written in Belgium, Spring 2006