dreaming of goddesses, sunflowers and italian sunshine.
yet, every heaven has a hell under its surface.
we long for those we left behind:
i couldn't help myself. i indulged myself in thyon nero too much to be free of his influence, even in writing.
edit: special thanks to loveletterstosappho for pointing out a mistake in the last version
Written By: Anha
March 4, 2019