the wrong memoir
Between you, my stereo and a bottle of wine, I'll have a piercing reflection tonight.
My world is as forbidden as it is fragile. Without its mysteries it cannot survive.
The dark always encourages. Whether it dulls or heightens the sense of consequence is left up to immateriality.
Why am I surprised? and why do I feel abandoned?
My world is as forbidden as it is fragile. Without its mysteries it cannot survive.
The dark always encourages. Whether it dulls or heightens the sense of consequence is left up to immateriality.
Why am I surprised? and why do I feel abandoned?