- Vol. 04
- Chapter 12
Image by Leio McLaren
The white tremor
Today we can tremble we can whisper all the pain of waiting and narrate how we drank the ocean to find us
Before living in this white room Were we just a number on this sleep-walking land?
Now we are a city that vibrates with laughter with the heart in the hands and our breaths very close.
We can not believe that today we can tremble one inside of the other