Castle of your sorrow
Is your sorrow built from bricks and mortar? Does it reach towards the sky with pinnacles and turrets? Do you keep it safe behind a moat and drawbridge? Is your […]
Daily Archives: November 1, 2016
Talking to the wall
It’s more my habit than your dream; in how your shadow dances with a whitewashed me. We used to come here once it’s where I first got drunk it’s where […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 