It goes right over my head. Like a stealth aircraft. I don’t see it. I don’t hear it. I’m so … More
an ode to travelling
It goes right over my head. Like a stealth aircraft. I don’t see it. I don’t hear it. I’m so … More
I take off the robe of the good girl. The obedient and pleasing one. The one who’s constrained. Trapped in … More