The formless note of what I seek wishes to me a trepidatious tone of unwilling serenity, And it is there, in heart of hearts, of which there…… Read more “The Blight of Our Souls”
Month: December 2018
My Best Friend
The soft dominance of his licking voice is what trained me so to stay so resolute in such a place of despair, as there is where I…… Read more “My Best Friend”