I poured boiling water onto my hand and felt nothing.
I stood naked in a rainstorm and felt everything.
I listened to his excuses and felt very little.
I saw an old photograph of us and felt too much.
poetry & prose by HLR
I poured boiling water onto my hand and felt nothing.
I stood naked in a rainstorm and felt everything.
I listened to his excuses and felt very little.
I saw an old photograph of us and felt too much.