johnlesliemackie
Bluelighter
When
the never changing, all alike hours succeed each other and you still
only have your jealously preserving loneliness, being entertained by
nothing more than the fervid uncertainty incessantly trying to make its
way through your chest, then it's hard to sustain the liminal hope
you've been spiritually fed by.
the never changing, all alike hours succeed each other and you still
only have your jealously preserving loneliness, being entertained by
nothing more than the fervid uncertainty incessantly trying to make its
way through your chest, then it's hard to sustain the liminal hope
you've been spiritually fed by.
