“Since I’m in the form to which you have forgotten / I’ll have you in my dreams / in my head / in between the corridors of what’s liminal / in depth where the water may find abyss / in width that even the universe can swallow its existence / in length of what can continuously extended / in height where I will always be looking for you & at you in an affectionate regards –”
— D C de Oliveira | From: To Chloe, Solus | January 13, 2023 | Friday,9.30pm






















