Day 1581, straight through. Day's pictures, Poetry I am looking through a window inside of you from where the outside is faded ~ but I only see straight through you and see the tears on your eyes from the inside
Day 1229, I squint. Day's pictures, Poetry I hold a glass filled with tears and I squint at my memories in soft focus and see a lamp fringes at my grandma’s dinner table my past the source Nochrisis
