The returning characters of our being sometimes sculptor the lightning I am painting of our depths following the sparrows of earth and its intentions in our unconnected memory of ugliness and motives inside the geometry of heights.
Random syllables of sanity from my subterranean barometric life
The returning characters of our being sometimes sculptor the lightning I am painting of our depths following the sparrows of earth and its intentions in our unconnected memory of ugliness and motives inside the geometry of heights.