Night begins with the resistance of
loving.
I’m heading underneath the miles and
strange.
Each blink of my eyes is the orthodox
and the unorthodox.
You feel like something is scratching
your own skin.
2018
Night begins with the resistance of
loving.
I’m heading underneath the miles and
strange.
Each blink of my eyes is the orthodox
and the unorthodox.
You feel like something is scratching
your own skin.
2018