You say numbers
I see colours
He says months
You see shapes
She plays music
I taste flavours
We tell stories
You hear accusations
We share pain
They see aggression
We want light
They foster darkness
Sometimes, when the moonshine fades from the night, I find myself glowing softly – the only source of light And in this between time,...
Lightning races its way across the sky’s canvas, dodging and ducking like a tsotsi accelerating from the cops. Traffic snakes and winds...
You are the calm to my chaos the air to my fire. You are the sunlight to my morning the starlight to my dusk. You are a calm still lake...
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