Quotes by : Drew Myron

I can't recall the sound of your voiceStill, I bring flowers and meet the skyask it to hold me, too.

Last night your thin walls invited me to the party next door / reminded me I am a quiet person in a quiet....

Unless you are silent, you will notknow your urgent heart, how it beatsbetween the thin skin of yes and....

Memory, when it juts, retreats, recovers, shows us how to hold the darkness, how to breathe.