Member-only story
When the April sun hits
the peeling blue paint
of the kitchen chairs,
and nothing feels right —
you can be sure it ends
in disillusion. Song of
the rain. Birds of the air.
Member-only story
When the April sun hits
the peeling blue paint
of the kitchen chairs,
and nothing feels right —
you can be sure it ends
in disillusion. Song of
the rain. Birds of the air.