These stories have gotten quite old, the ones that rest in my mind...they scream, they whisper and they repeat each line...over and over and all in sync screaming nothing.
YOU ARE READING
in your absence
PuisiPerhaps I love you too little, because there is still so much you don't understand...for I crave touch, just not from your hands.
"we can run forever"
These stories have gotten quite old, the ones that rest in my mind...they scream, they whisper and they repeat each line...over and over and all in sync screaming nothing.