THE LIGHT July 24, 2019July 24, 2019Susanne Leist passium: I reach for it. I clench my fist. But I can’t grasp it. It flows through my fingers, continuing its journey. Nothing can stop it. Nothing can hold it. I drop my hand, and bow my head to it. Share this:The Dead GameTwitterTumblrLinkedInRedditFacebookPinterestWhatsAppLike this:Like Loading... Related