Joe Caliva
@joecaliva · 4:43
Naked Poetry - Episode 2
See how it winds in a stubborn holding pattern. Maybe it sees where our eyes fail with an insect's inborn darkness. I never sensed, nor could you tell that our hearts were a glow in the darkness?
See how it winds in a stubborn holding pattern. Maybe it sees where our eyes fail with an insect's inborn darkness. I never sensed, nor could you tell that our hearts were a glow in the darkness?