Postagens

Mostrando postagens de Outubro, 2019

Based on miscommunication

The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper

Autumn mornings, blue enough to bruise a heart

Midnight in the subway

Evil inside a human being

We pretended she'd only gotten lost in the colors of fall

Every daughter is her own kind of flower

Taste of autumn

We pretended she'd only gotten lost in the colors of fall

Absinthe now, absent never

And I rose in rainy autumn

No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace as I have seen in one autumnal face