steeped dark in the solitude of my thoughts I lay forgotten in an empty room as if poured from a pitcher onto smooth glass thin transparent idly reach out index finger to trace deepening shadows on the white wall traveling contours of an imaginary landscape that I long to escape to as twilight falls soft … Continue reading Melancholia

Steeped dark in the solitude of my thoughts I lay forgotten in an empty room as if poured from a pitcher onto smooth glass thin transparent idly reach out with index finger to trace deepening shadows on the white wall traveling contours of an imaginary landscape that I long to escape to as twilight falls … Continue reading Melancholia

Steeped dark in the solitude of my thoughts I lay forgotten in an empty room as if poured from a pitcher onto smooth glass thin transparent idly reach out with index finger to trace deepening shadows on the white wall traveling contours of an imaginary landscape that I long to escape to as twilight falls … Continue reading Melancholia