From An Empty Thing what is there left to give? there are the oceans that wait, always, behind my eyes there is the air itself before I ever take a sip. and neither will ever be enough Read more articles Previous PostThe Prison of FleshNext PostA Face in the Crowd Leave a Reply Cancel replyCommentEnter your name or username to comment Enter your email address to comment Enter your website URL (optional) You Might Also Like Erosion June 13, 2021 Disclosure April 5, 2021 What You Deserve February 17, 2020