listening. soon.
He listened as he walked.Hands shoved into his pockets. Scarf wrapped tight. Sepia lights cast spiderweb shadows of bare and skeletal trees. The whispers in the dark echoed. Words unspoken. Unwritten. For now.
thoughts, facts, fictions; anything other than what I should be doing
by richard w h bray
He listened as he walked.Hands shoved into his pockets. Scarf wrapped tight. Sepia lights cast spiderweb shadows of bare and skeletal trees. The whispers in the dark echoed. Words unspoken. Unwritten. For now.