Between England’s storms and Europe’s promise, I drift, half-broken, half-laughing. The sea growls beneath me, Camus at my side, solitude’s teeth pressing where love once lived.
Love, War, and the Sighing Horizon
Between England’s storms and Europe’s promise, I drift, half-broken, half-laughing. The sea growls beneath me, Camus at my side, solitude’s teeth pressing where love once lived.