“You do not feel like dancing and there are no daffodils, only walls, your bedroom door, and the quiet of the house, tucked asleep in the night's thick cover. You wait for dawn. You wait for your dreams. You wait… — Anna West Copy Share Image
“You do not feel like dancing and there are no daffodils, only walls, your bedroom door, and the quiet of the house, tucked asleep… — Anna West Copy Share Image
“I want to eat the melancholy I can feel inside my ribs, beside my heart. I want to eat the sad...” — Anna West Copy Share Image
