Manifest
scribble poems on the streets of Paris, smudge the bitterest tears on the page as they flow down your face. eyelids closed, slowly lift up your head under the sweeping… more
scribble poems on the streets of Paris, smudge the bitterest tears on the page as they flow down your face. eyelids closed, slowly lift up your head under the sweeping… more
The leaves talked to me yesterday, of what life could smell, what we could breathe on the other side of the world. As they wriggled, teased, danced with the wind,… more