8 months

Once, when we were younger, and there were no words, we spoke freely and without resolve. Then time, and grievance found home in our hearts. Now silence seems appropriate when audiences grow louder. Oh time. Why’d you make me see you passing.

Published by Thomsters

Newsprint design survivor taking a stroll through a connected world.

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