*Anthologies*

[katycarr]

and it became less of an anthology than a choice; it became every trapped nerve, every broken word, every lost voice, every happy ending. it counted every balanced step, every fourth knock.. decision time?

she simply stated that the sand would sting her eyes and scald her tongue, and the dust might make her sneeze and scratch.

i don't really use

Comments

[monostep]

hey. thank you so much :) these recordings are not quite good... but they are not produced or something like that. the people who like this music are so rare. you are not writing so much here.. that's a pity!

[katycarr]

well then i am glad to be rare :)
it's a friends-only journal, but i have added you, if that's okay?
but you are right, i should write here more. x