We Would Prefer an Ending
There are strings upon which we tread, on our toes, Between strikes of the clock. Every silence of every second could stretch out indefinitely and dissolve at our touch into
Conflicted Exxistence
Conflicted Exxistence
There are strings upon which we tread, on our toes, Between strikes of the clock. Every silence of every second could stretch out indefinitely and dissolve at our touch into