Fleeting acceptance, make me your witness, force me close with the arms atop your eyes. Correct my mould with the fingers from the sky. Reverse my order, and “Repeat machine.” Look in my… Continue reading
I wish people knew: the person behind the eyes was never created to become a freckle of their past.
“There is something in the air tonight,” said The Sad One to The Queen, “I was walking around outside and–” She then proceeds to halt talking, as The Queen lowers her head, and… Continue reading
“I lost my way,” said the girl, who was found TODAY.