Post by michelle on May 25, 2014 14:58:09 GMT 8
It grows from the pedestrian,
consumes the journey up to this point.
In these white rooms I can take off my
clothes and the facade of stillness.
I am standing on the train, listening to the
ground shift, catching it beneath
my ready feet.
consumes the journey up to this point.
In these white rooms I can take off my
clothes and the facade of stillness.
I am standing on the train, listening to the
ground shift, catching it beneath
my ready feet.