I wish I held a passage of a feeling, so after the passage of winds, nothing I’d have. In love, as a kid that knows nothing about, with eyes that flinch and guts that pinch. Foolish is the love that I give as a curse, to you, yours being myself terrified…Read more Foolish love
Cracking sounds. Difference in resonated pitches. Contractions, hopes of kisses. Dreams of wishing, a perfect misjudged world. Absentia. (Elimadey) Check my books out.
It could, yes, it could be better than this. Less confusing more inspiring than it is. I tried to comprehend why you hide in uneasy smiles leaving your laughters aside. Perchance I was just wasting time, trying to make you laugh when your laughter came with everyone's voice except mine, making it harder…Read more Wasting time