expiring_touch

When skies painted waters azure - breathing, When flowers caught lucid fire - scathing, When my rib cage contracted - in tempo desiderata, I knew. I knew - There was ...

1 How do I envy jeering skies above your head – Perpetual everything bereft of definition – With all beneath it for its own to kiss and touch Without asking ...

Submit me your voices, your legend, Where the God of ancient pillars, Crumbling red stone from his lips, Smiled to his hands, loving, carnivorous. A word, uttered from in-between Of ...

Well well my story, I guess, would be much of the smae wistful, nostalgic character... I joined TYWC when I was 13 or 14 maybe, and hang around the place ...