My memory is like my cabinet, unkempt and scattered. Chaotic like my soul. It is a lane I fear to transverse for I do not know what…… Read more “Mnemosyne”
Living life poetically…
My memory is like my cabinet, unkempt and scattered. Chaotic like my soul. It is a lane I fear to transverse for I do not know what…… Read more “Mnemosyne”