This is a scheduled post planned to be published at 13.8.2015 at 10:33
This tower I've built,
Is one of words and pages,
There is little colour, here.

'The truth is in the details' I say, sewing up my skin, pulling the thread taut. You worry I'm losing myself - but it would not be such a loss, to regret. This tower I've built, Is one of words and pages, There is little colour, here. 'The truth is in the details' I say, sewing up my skin, pulling the thread taut. You worry I'm losing myself - but it would not be such a loss, to regret.
13.8.2015 at 10:33