When the bough breaks
I only see the dark signs, the darkness, the bad, the glass half empty, the black streaks, the black holes in the skies. I choke on water like it’s holy. I burn my hands on the sun.
Year: 2026
Kartais kai kurie užrašai neturi gilios prasmės ir tėra minčių srautas
I only see the dark signs, the darkness, the bad, the glass half empty, the black streaks, the black holes in the skies. I choke on water like it’s holy. I burn my hands on the sun.