When the sky burns
If you are never asked, you don't have to lie. They look at me and everyone thinks: "Nothing special." Let them just think. You know better. Because no one takes a closer look. But silence is not nothing. It's a coat. A wait. To something that goes deeper than memory, is older than blood.
About When the sky burns
If you are never asked, you don't have to lie. They look at me and everyone thinks: "Nothing special." Let them just think. You know better. Because no one takes a closer look. But silence is not nothing. It's a coat. A wait. To something that goes deeper than memory, is older than blood.