November 2011
2 posts
memento mori
A kiss. I saw the look in your eye and I curse myself. This was going to hurt. Bulletproof, you can’t catch me. For a second I pull away, you draw me back, inescapable, you draw me in, lift me up. Escapism. I have no choice but to continue. I’m right, it hurts. Doubts disappear. I find myself pining, words spilling, mind brewing thoughts I thought I could not think. I imagine hearing...