The sky is a shroud, and the earth is cold, yet the windows bleed with the colors of a heaven I can…
The sky is a shroud, and the earth is cold, yet the windows bleed with the colors of a heaven I can no longer reach. Even the bats dance in the gray, while I stay anchored to the pavement, drowning in the echoes of a hollow sanctuary.🫣🌒🦇🦇
