25 Aug 2015

Darker nights spill ink across the sky and through gaps in the fences in the backyards of our houses. Darker nights spill ink that flows through the windows and blooms like flowers over all of the walls before falling like dying petals through the cracks in the floorboards to tell the basement a story about the summer that we lost and the winter that will come. Darker and darker still.


  1. I'm so so happy to see your blog pop up on my feed after all this time.

    1. Thankyou so much! I'm just happy that someone remembers it! (I really did stop blogging for a loooong time)


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