Indigo glossed streams cascade down a mountainside
Category Archive: Issue #3
oh how i used to sing my praises to those mornings. to lie and say i still do would be committing a sin.
My mouth is salivating, and my head is pounding. I should probably get a trash can. Fuck.
No matter where I am or who I’m surrounded by, I can always find solace in myself, as I embrace myself dearly.
And after everything, my past will never change. And I will continue to be the person I am.
And this string hugs me. And this eruv holds my hand.