And in this separation my hands grow cold...My hair disheveled under the pressure of this necessary extraction.The heart vibrating with the loneliest ..
the smoke is filling the room.the smell of the past lingers.dreams blurred in between these lines and I cannot hide what's inside.I want to crash into..
The waves are above my knees and my feet sinking in this sand.I have no other desire but to stand here until I disappear in this.I can't imagine walki..