Sevenline No. 26
Hybrid Theory
Some nights I swear my cells remember a more colorful sky that asked nothing of me except honesty. It wasn’t lonely there; just vast enough to breathe without any explanation or performance. I have a…
Some nights I swear my cells remember a more colorful sky that asked nothing of me except honesty. It wasn’t lonely there; just vast enough to breathe without any explanation or performance. I have a…