The Rocky Hills

"Those brothel hoes and those other bros, they were good men. Those cheap motels and those mean roses, they were all lies fitted like a glove against each other" you said.

You break my tether and you make me cry, I eat my heart out while I want to die but I don't: I survive.

I turn the radio on: I take a bath. Tall, melting candles surround my tub.
Is it true what the radio tells me? What the ravens scream every morning in my bed, what the wind whispers to the hills and the sun-kissed rocks.
I fall asleep waiting to fall in love"

An ongoing story of the desire and hollow of the human heart.

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Hello everybody! Athena here!
This story is an introduction of myself and my writing style to Wattpad. I hope you like this little tale of mine.

Any feedback is appreciated!