Day 1097, my room. Day's pictures, Poetry My room is silently lit by harsh light, where I stand naked in front of reaching for a sign that someone opens my window. Nochrisis
Day 1089, my room. Day's pictures, Poetry I was cooking the other day and sorrows where thinking for me, between the damp and smoke. It’s a mess, said my room up there, in my thoughts where I stare at the walls. Nochrisis