Sketching a reality through thoughts, photography, poetry, and stories, while I float undisturbed along nudist shores and forsaken carnivals.
right way
They told me to runtowards the finish line and forget the race, so I'm waiting by the sidewalk, lipstick in my pocket and heart in my palms,chocker tied so tightly around my neck, waiting to breathe in the right way.
No comments:
Post a Comment