BANAL hours, weary days, self rarely sending
FORTH tendrils of curiosity or joy or longing. The turn to
BOOZE, with moments that briefly lighten, but
UNSET the anchor, soul ship drifting into banal hours, weary days.
ludic verbosity for the win
BANAL hours, weary days, self rarely sending
FORTH tendrils of curiosity or joy or longing. The turn to
BOOZE, with moments that briefly lighten, but
UNSET the anchor, soul ship drifting into banal hours, weary days.