“Life with my secret friend” – a chapter.
“It’s so good to see you again,” but your eyes were dripping desolation and so whatever you were trying to sell me, I just wasn’t buying.
Don’t look for shelters, you deserve a home
This is your shelter.
A neat setup which keeps you questioning whether it’s worth investing in any sort of permanence.
An illusion. A temporary solace for a permanent soul.
Love was a dream, and loss was poetry
A world beyond & a world within.
