Nocturnal spice
You whisper to the darkness; wishful truths believing that the moon is there for you believing night can bring eternal youth believing that the clotted blood is dew In fall […]
Daily Archives: August 11, 2015
The oak and I
The oak agreed to lend its soul, its massive trunk took me across the river wild to reach my goal: your hand in mine, and for the gloss of polished […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 