I have fallen into a clingy web of objects, energetic debris, dying estates and tear-stained notes hidden in the cracks of my <3. There is no closure in these sporadic sad thoughts.
the measure of a soul in this city of ghosts
the measure of a soul in this city of ghosts
the measure of a soul in this city of ghosts
I have fallen into a clingy web of objects, energetic debris, dying estates and tear-stained notes hidden in the cracks of my <3. There is no closure in these sporadic sad thoughts.