an emotional diary of one very insignificant teenager in a big, blind world

Friday, 9 October 2015

Fogworld

Day is a white night—
Eyes flit about, searching for light, salvation
But nothing.
White studio background.

Winter on the equator.
Oh, it is so silent on the hill.
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