The sea rushes in the heating pipes. I can hear it. They growl in all directions, a perpetual somewhere sound. It's that quiet. So still. Once we rolled down all the car windows, tucked our shirts on the handles. Zwis ...
In the column forest, at night
Find shelter in the dark, Finding Anxiety. Ancient and well-known. Downpours chase me on. Dagger tips backwards, forward. Then stumble into a candle. Ein Ästchen-Denkmal im nassen Matsch. Can I go to Ste ...
ME_Diary_#pwME
What can I say? Myalgic encephalomyelitis can be an organic pattern, That goes beyond me, tide, to which I am subject and which will eventually make me disappear into themselves. There are between two and five days pr ...