Friday, 04.15:
Discordia
Dreamed of R, or R at the end, as I found him, an image I push away with such sorrow and guilt.
I don’t know how to speak of it.
Friday, 04.15:
Discordia
Dreamed of R, or R at the end, as I found him, an image I push away with such sorrow and guilt.
I don’t know how to speak of it.
Reads in the Trees 