There is no such thing as timeless as love, or rather the idea of it. To try and tame it through words, try and express it through the lofty lyrics of a song, or try and discover parts of it…
vignettes on love
I’m searching for something I’ll never find. His sunken bones, heavy with sorrow, are telling me more than these words between us that trail into the thin night air. In his hands he held what he had of me, borrowed…
