Jorc, I think I know what you mean. Different reasons, but a cold closed place that feels like a place you need to be, but it just keeps getting more and more frozen. Thank you for reminding me of the destruction.
On the other poem, She Roared, I asked myself, how free is that? Is that freedom? Maybe it is…I don’t know.
Jorc, I think I know what you mean. Different reasons, but a cold closed place that feels like a place you need to be, but it just keeps getting more and more frozen. Thank you for reminding me of the destruction.
On the other poem, She Roared, I asked myself, how free is that? Is that freedom? Maybe it is…I don’t know.