A new year?
Crumbs of an old, wept over…
lumped into unslept dreams…
As time goes by,
skin turns slowly
into another shade
of your younger soul…
A new year?
Crumbs of an old, wept over…
lumped into unslept dreams…
As time goes by,
skin turns slowly
into another shade
of your younger soul…
THEORETICAL PHILOSOPHY 