"I dream of you in the unmade bed"
What stays with me is the wind doing all the work of longing. It bothers, bellows, tramples. And then that unmade bed. The softest image after so much violence.
Hynotic. Emotional. Gorgeous. On the tip of a dream or a dream?
What stays with me is the wind doing all the work of longing. It bothers, bellows, tramples. And then that unmade bed. The softest image after so much violence.
Hynotic. Emotional. Gorgeous. On the tip of a dream or a dream?