Now that I drown in Autumn’s descending light, do you find me repulsive, unbearable to glimpse at?
Writing
Sometimes you feel that love is the kind of thing you have to get good at.
Before you were dust, you were the
universe.
Now that I drown in Autumn’s descending light, do you find me repulsive, unbearable to glimpse at?
Sometimes you feel that love is the kind of thing you have to get good at.
Before you were dust, you were the
universe.