I swallow a dime sized breath as I rested my forehead on its smooth surface.
I pulled back a drop of tear as my hands run against it's icy surface.
Just behind this door.
The end of this whole suffering.
YOU ARE READING
HIM
Poetry[Highest: #994 in poetry lol] He's exotic and eccentric. The way he speaks, the way he moves: so gracefully but also so carelessly. As is the way his spirit is childish and interesting but aged and mundane. He's a mystery I'm starting to get hooked...
