Simple

simple A slow-burn, simplistic existence, unwavering in its unsteadiness. Sometimes, hours last minutes; and some minutes-hours. A book read by candlelight, a slow dance in the full-moon’s light. A red-eye flight, under star speckled night sky. A slow-burn, simplistic existence. Vinyl record on the turntable, the final minutes of a sunset, long Friday nights out, … Read more