The earth was pulsing in an uneasy rhythm
I could hear the distant thump of time
As I lay splayed on its barren path
Waiting…
…waiting for it to overrun me
The crushing march of inevitability.
Copywriter, Editor, Publishing Consultant
The earth was pulsing in an uneasy rhythm
I could hear the distant thump of time
As I lay splayed on its barren path
Waiting…
…waiting for it to overrun me
The crushing march of inevitability.
I'm a writer, editor, and blogger from New Delhi, India. View more posts