- Vol. 05
- Chapter 03
Lying on ground too hard to notice, softened by the autumn fall
Entwined behind eyes softly shut scribing on shared skin, lost in the transience of now.
Wanting more I reach for the touch of tomorrow but spiral into a mood of melancholy
whipped by the wraith of filial duty, held by the chains of Oxford blue.
Blue that is a colour that cannot be made by mixing two colours together.