As glass
from the moment it is born
knows this shade of grey
the uncertain light that catches it
so your hands
knew in advance
they were the scales that weighed
the fullest of our hours.
a blog of found things: words, art, photography, disappointment & hope.
As glass
from the moment it is born
knows this shade of grey
the uncertain light that catches it
so your hands
knew in advance
they were the scales that weighed
the fullest of our hours.
