Scraps of Peace

A thousand lives pass by thirty-thousand and six feet below and yet I think it's me wasting away   because for every mile passed, I'm less than a minute older and yet a lifetime closer to the places imagination takes us.   In this moment of muted melody I come by scraps of peace and,... Continue Reading →

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