It’s time to leave;One last check for ID and keys,Scramble for change, Take a drink for the journey.
No need to dress upFor the emptiness of my heartIs more grievous, more horrifying
Framed decay of a border portrays human, giving life to life;sugar solution encased in…
a bag of nerves dripping stars under the lit lampposts. Silence is a window, strummed by shadows. Stone is a cloud, announced as…
Characters
LADY 1: A middle-aged woman with graying hair. She is corpulent and looks tired. She used to…
One must still have chaos in oneself to be able to give birth to a dancing star — Nietzsche