I found myself lost someplace along the land of time, a place where everything moves slower than my hazy thoughts - shattered in fragments the size of pearls, my fingertips tingle and dance, my eyelids slowly closing, stardust in your eyelashes, wrapped in your arms. you kiss me.
my world collapses.
YOU ARE READING
teeth
Poésiea collection of thoughts, emotions and very short stories - in progress. I guess you can call it, "poetry".
