We chose this, and bound ourselves to the endless Samsara.
nameless and the spaces between
my heart and mind are in a strange place.
a woman could never conquer a nation, they said.
tell me a story.
Love, your dark hair falls lightly.
drift
solitude, silence
You will never age, nor die, not to me.
happiness is brief
quick sketch from last night, I miss the summer.
Will
inkflow
the turning seasons
the time allowed for us.
