The awe
of wrinkles...
Please don't call me beautiful
Until you've seen my scars...
To P&Q
Loneliness...
We bleed,
We succeed...
My father has always been an
Ebrious man, liked more than a...
I walk, I run, I jump, I climb
In the hope, to not be left behind...
I requested in a humble and kind way
And you told me that I came to play...
Where are you sweet girl...
I want to remember the snow I saw with you
to cover the ashes beneath...
I could smell, through welling tears
the reek of sweat and clotted flesh...
when i was small
i'd stand on walls...
Terrified,
perspiration drips from my pores...