Either I stood in your shadow or waited in your shade. A fly on the wall buzzing about things to be made. Now I see clearly with a thousand little eyes. Please leave these words, how little you keep inside.
Original poetry, short stories, and other bits.
Either I stood in your shadow or waited in your shade. A fly on the wall buzzing about things to be made. Now I see clearly with a thousand little eyes. Please leave these words, how little you keep inside.