Category Archives: Sky
Taphophile
There’s something beautiful about cemeteries. The comfortable silence, penetrated only by the feel of the misty rain on your face. The clouds block the sun, inviting you to take a better look at what has become of the world. Words
Taphophile
There’s something beautiful about cemeteries. The comfortable silence, penetrated only by the feel of the misty rain on your face. The clouds block the sun, inviting you to take a better look at what has become of the world. Words
Day and night
What if the stars were perforations Holes in the night sky And the moon is a portal One which you reach through Place your hands inside and pull apart Tearing the night sky to shreds Letting out the light To
Day and night
What if the stars were perforations Holes in the night sky And the moon is a portal One which you reach through Place your hands inside and pull apart Tearing the night sky to shreds Letting out the light To
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