The questions stack upasked by a lost loverfrom the edge of her broken window,and the immeasurable marksetched on her tortured soul.She counted her marksand questioned herself,in agony,suffering,loss,and self-doubt.This is a journey of questioning...
The questions stack upasked by a lost loverfrom the edge of her broken window,and the immeasurable marksetched on her tortured soul.She counted her marksand questioned herself,in agony,suffering,loss,and self-doubt.This is a journey of questioning,of counting the most fragile moments—a love suspended,healed only through words.