I thought it was real. But by morning, all I had left were fragmented pieces, shifting images with no beginning or end.


Evermore (ed. Pan Macmillan, 2010) - ISBN: 9780330526418


I thought it was real. But by morning, all I had left were fragmented pieces, shifting images with no beginning or end.

I thought it was real. But by morning, all I had left were fragmented pieces, shifting images with no beginning or end.

I thought it was real. But by morning, all I had left were fragmented pieces, shifting images with no beginning or end.

I thought it was real. But by morning, all I had left were fragmented pieces, shifting images with no beginning or end.