My life is a perfect Graveyard of Buried Hopes
Category: Florilegium Archive
September 2021 – Normal People
There is no secret eagerness to be discovered-- no one can be independent of other people completely.
August 2021 – Chicago
The arrogance of skyscrapers starving for something not glass and metal and concrete. I thought I could hear the lake muttering, "There is no place better to have the blues than Chicago."
July 2021 – Americanah
A person made not of flesh but of little crystals of perfection she heard in her voice the echo of his Obi ocha. A clean heart.
June 2021 – Peter Pan
Blue eyes as soft as the periwinkle the upper world has called but would give no help
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