Testo Greyback

We are “going the opposite direction in this too-big world.” She said to me don't give it up, you've never loved. I said I would, but never did and never could. On every page she writes the words she longs to show. Words fly above, but all her thoughts remain below. Like winters hold you grab this place and world goes cold. Like thieves at night you implant hope and steal it all.