In the silent twilight
Amidst the burning halogen
And too wide smiles,
There is small peace.
I’m not afraid of the dark,
Or what spills forward from shadows,
I’m afraid
I’m not enough.
Poetry. Photography. Thoughts On The Way Of Things.
In the silent twilight
Amidst the burning halogen
And too wide smiles,
There is small peace.
I’m not afraid of the dark,
Or what spills forward from shadows,
I’m afraid
I’m not enough.