Together we stood thereStaring at the fireAs it got bigger she ranShe grabbed my handShe begged me to goBut I walked inI welcomed the fireI held it in..
The morning sun spilled tired energy across his bare skinThere was something so thrilling about the way the dust danced in all the hills of his streng..
Shrinking. Fading. Swallowing. Breathing. A touch like death. Hoaxing me into vivid slumber. Suspended in thick air. Caressed by the slightest disrup..
Love is not a winning game and hate is not a losing one. His lips tasted like sweat and his tongue like mint. There was something so addicting about ..
So often I fear being alone. So often I isolate myself. So often I run. So often I drift. So often I am stuck in one spot. So often I cannot get out. ..