“I Want My Life To Be The Greatest Story. My Very Existence Will Be The Greatest Poem.watch Me Burn.” ― Charlotte Eriksson, Empty Roads &Amp;Amp; Broken Bottles; In Search For The Great Perhaps
DEPARTUREThe horizon slopes away The days are longer TripA heart hops in a cage A bird sings It is going to die Another door is going to open At the end of the corridor Where a star Begins to shine A dark-haired woman The lantern of the departing train
