Small things that sit carefully in place, breathing and sweating.
Nowhere, there’s nothing.
The garden was bleak and dark, that is at first. It came in two parts, one desolated and abandoned, wrought with…
The most beautiful angels, are human beings.
One step at a time, eventually we fall
There is nothing below, only darkness. You fall gently down until you are cradled in its slow and warm embrace, these hands envelop you in comfort.