There is truth like a black cat in morning mist eyeing us silently, then gone. There is truth like a lost companion, an empty seat, a grasp that finds no hold. There is truth like weight insistent, pressing upon our every angle in a sleepless night.
There is truth like a black cat in morning mist eyeing us silently, then gone. There is truth like a lost companion, an empty seat, a grasp that finds no hold. There is truth like weight insistent, pressing upon our every angle in a sleepless night.