Lots of ghosts in one head. Most of them just scream unintelligibly. Sometimes we translate those screams and they turn into stories, or poems. Other times we just stare at the dark clouds massing overhead.
Lots of ghosts in one head. Most of them just scream unintelligibly. Sometimes we translate those screams and they turn into stories, or poems. Other times we just stare at the dark clouds massing overhead.