I didn’t know what it was, yet. I just knew I wouldn’t stop thinking about her until I saw her again.
I’ve been here so many times, different
versions of you, different signs.
At Vasco de Gama Sometimes she comes to this quaint Portuguese café with her daughter but today she […]
As I open my mouth to scream, I swallow white bright luminosity, an infinite sprinkling of twinkle. It […]
One day during breakfast, the usual silence broke.
Today I take my time I stretch my body, I linger and I yawn, I won’t worry about […]
Books apart of us all.