It's almost evening, the sky spills a glass of wine in the west
Fly well, while the sun is a promise and I have the windows.
Yberê Libera
...I needed to know you, to unravel the mysteries of my soul...
syreis
"I know nothing about the little life of the mosquito that I kill indifferently on the wall. But I suspect that it was the only one he had."
(Ulysses Tavares)
Contemplation is the eyes of the soul.
Jacques Bossuet
You arrived wanting everything, stole me from me, left me like this: outside of myself. You arrived wanting nothing You played my game wrong You inverted me, bewitched me. Me...
Jessica Dizzy