I am seduced
by the darkness of the image
again, pulled back into
what I used to be
A scarf flows in breeze
inviting me to a new
world
But I keep returning
to the old one
turning over stones.
I am seduced
by the darkness of the image
again, pulled back into
what I used to be
A scarf flows in breeze
inviting me to a new
world
But I keep returning
to the old one
turning over stones.
