(Disclaimer: The title of this chapter is the title of a movie, this chapter is inspired by the title of the film; i do not take credit for the title of this chapter)
you're like
eternal
sunshine.
you warm my
skin
when i need
my
skin to be
warm.
but your sun
only
exists in
my mind.
how long can i
imagine?
when will
i
see that
your
sun shines
for
someone
else?
YOU ARE READING
plastic
Puisimost wings are made of bones and skin and feathers, but what if mine are made of nothing but rubber and glue?
