Flowers to your grave
The Poem The photo About the photo: The first sunlight of the day. Shot by someone wonderful who helped me out. The one light stroke fell just through the trees,…
The Poem The photo About the photo: The first sunlight of the day. Shot by someone wonderful who helped me out. The one light stroke fell just through the trees,…
'But all these fucking opinions kept circling around in my head. Anxiety and worry about things that are never done only said.'
'But I also never told you, that you can leave' Read more about how the picture came to be.
'OUr hands wrap around my shoulders, they give me engouriging shoulder pats for my first steps'