Sometimes there are so many stories that we all have to share. To tell. To kill. To move on. To move ahead.
And yet- there's an overarching silence.
On a day when I need look at the moon to eat, I wonder where the moon is lurking around.
Playful moon. Painful hunger.
What a story of un-silence.
And yet- there's an overarching silence.
On a day when I need look at the moon to eat, I wonder where the moon is lurking around.
Playful moon. Painful hunger.
What a story of un-silence.
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