#237 (between)

the day had worn her down the night hadn't bestowed her dark gift yet in twilight every shadow stretched a mile and the echoes of still busy streets grew teeth the sound of her feet on wet pavement and constant drizzle some drops caught in her brows mixed with weary tears enough to carry her … Continue reading #237 (between)


#219 (unburst)

The very moment I feel like my heart is gonna burst is really the one when it starts expanding its limits unburst adapting, stretching this tough muscle keeping me alive and well   ¬© Matthias Geh, 16th March 2018