brief candle in the storm, cold hands hold a starby doubt and the rain, by the darkness my love, we are surrounded my love how long have we walked,too far to go homethe night asks of me, do you light the way do you
brief candle in the storm, cold hands hold a starby doubt and the rain, by the darkness my love, we are surrounded my love how long have we walked,too far to go homethe night asks of me, do you light the way do you
An abnormal desire for confinement in an enclosed space Merriam-Webster; claustrophilia Merriam-Webster’s medical definition sounds a bit judgmental. Let’s ignore the word ‘abnormal’ in there. Ever since I was a kid, I’ve been enamored with the idea of surviving in some small space, where people found lesser, cheaper, alternatives to every-day life. This would be strange →