I listen to the sounds of lives clinging to the last bit of dignity they have to offer before they end up little shoe boxes full of ashes no one claims. In life alone. In death, the fading ink on a piece of tape stuck on a frayed box.… more
I listen to the sounds of lives clinging to the last bit of dignity they have to offer before they end up little shoe boxes full of ashes no one claims. In life alone. In death, the fading ink on a piece of tape stuck on a frayed box.… more