Bring the sun to my room through the door you’ve opened
How can it be that out here, with us, there will be more tomorrows, when never again will you, in there, so much as turn...
How can it be that out here, with us, there will be more tomorrows, when never again will you, in there, so much as turn...
Jason sat down to rest. He was now sweating profusely. Unexpectedly he felt the ground tremble underfoot. It was strange.
Odd, seeing blackberries in Egypt, Alexandria.
Driving in a box on wheels, I arrive at a box to work, And stare at a box, while I ponder…