(Source: other-wordly, via other-wordly)
Whispering Among the Dead
What do you think of my new glasses
I asked as I stood under a shade tree
before the joined grave of my parents,
and what followed was a long silence
that descended on the rows of the dead
and on the fields and the woods beyond.
(Source: other-wordly, via other-wordly)
(Source: dellorefice, via finding-syzygy)
