Tapestry_of_an_Empire

The smoke is normal. Crashing into the walls of a burning house has become common place, a routine I repeat almost daily. Graying hair symbolizes the time I have committed to inhaling metallic culture. A tightrope is home. Stealthily balancing weight on an eyelash. Master the grind. Master the hustle. Master the way sunlight bouncesContinue reading “Tapestry_of_an_Empire”