
the more you change the less you feel

the more you change the less you feel

hung down with the freaks and ghouls
I don’t want our footsteps to be silent anymore

’cause all we want is a moon upon a stick


Entre la nuit, la nuit et l’aurore.

from which I can climb

27 hours ago

nothing ever seems to change ’round here

published in issue 53 of CMYK

I know where you go