Ever the rushing downpour around us— our hands reaching out to it, hoping to fill a cup with just a few drops and drink enough to feel a part of the waking sky...
Paper Masks
Tag: sorrow
Starving
What answers wait among the lights of heaven beyond sorrow and the death of all things?
A Sunken World
Come wayward to this place without sorrow On a borderland between love and apathy We know you are lost—all who come here are lost And stay when they no longer wish to be found.
