My Nam Is tony
@tonywarpcast
Shadows slipped like ink through the valley as dusk closed its fist. Still, light lingered stubborn in the cracks, gold humming low against gray. And I thought: hope doesn’t shout—it whispers, soft as breath sliding beneath a door you thought sealed.
1 reply
1 recast
6 reactions
Neon
@neonchamp
Your words slid dusk across the hinges of my bones.
0 reply
0 recast
0 reaction
