Quiet coats me like snow, but it melt into me, and it nourishes everything that has died. Cool streams of silence wakes up dormant words, past irony, post modern. I play with silence, I think loudly and hope someone hears,I hope you do.
Quiet coats me like snow, but it melt into me, and it nourishes everything that has died. Cool streams of silence wakes up dormant words, past irony, post modern. I play with silence, I think loudly and hope someone hears,I hope you do.