When I turn forward towards silence and it breathes on me like an angry rooster with amnesia, I want to forget too but silence reminds me of sounds I had forgotten, or had wanted to hear, like the water dripping…
When I turn forward towards silence and it breathes on me like an angry rooster with amnesia, I want to forget too but silence reminds me of sounds I had forgotten, or had wanted to hear, like the water dripping…