Under noise, I almost hear the music. Walking down stairs, I sense a faint perfume. In the dark, my eyes cling to the fading ember. Consolations.
Lament 12: Afterwards
Figuring Out Life While Aging
Figuring Out Life While Aging
Under noise, I almost hear the music. Walking down stairs, I sense a faint perfume. In the dark, my eyes cling to the fading ember. Consolations.
Learning Living 