I know you.
I know you
the way ash
remembers
burning. You
came around
and suddenly
every dead,
charred thing
inside of me
sprang to life
and whispered,
‘Again…’
Pavana पवन (via maza-dohta)
I know you.
I know you
the way ash
remembers
burning. You
came around
and suddenly
every dead,
charred thing
inside of me
sprang to life
and whispered,
‘Again…’