Nightscape Soon, we will be like used matchsticks. Used and falling apart at a touch. We combust when in the same breath, faint sparks of heat lightning in a turbulent night sky. Soon, we will share sleep. Dreaming and living us, in both places. Share this:Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Related
