The night has stood motionless before my window, like a mute deity waiting to hear the truth. Today I saw a face that was crumbling under the weight of its own fabrications, and my heart constricted in that silent spasm only compassion knows.
The night has stood motionless before my window, like a mute deity waiting to hear the truth. Today I saw a face that was crumbling under the weight of its own fabrications, and my heart constricted in that silent spasm only compassion knows.