Josey Zheng Notes

Joseyzheng.blogspot.com - I hate the flavor of our distance, of the minimum days we share and the long farewells we exchange. I have been walking in circles, or lying still on my bed, my soul wandering to the dreamscape. My face is numb with empty laughters, and violets bloom inside my arteries – perhaps from the rain of longing.

February is a month so kind, a little less to count…