Feels like I’m sinking, in the cold quicksand, of age and doubt The Ides of confusion, passed unnoticed, leaving footprints, in the warm sand, of someone’s memory Feels like I’m floating, down northern streams The scent of new… Read More ›
Feels like I’m sinking, in the cold quicksand, of age and doubt The Ides of confusion, passed unnoticed, leaving footprints, in the warm sand, of someone’s memory Feels like I’m floating, down northern streams The scent of new… Read More ›