here i am as always, telling the different stories of the same stories of the experiences that shape my bones and give me a name.
everything was in ruins at the touch of every day without... him, and now his name stares back at me in the mirror, a wonder and a stranger to me.
everything was in ruins at the touch of every day without... him, and now his name stares back at me in the mirror, a wonder and a stranger to me.