there is you, there is me, the untouchable sky and the stars forming webs above our heads,
at seven, i wished on a shooting star for the kind of happiness that was served on gleaming golden platters. instead i found you, waggy tail, hungry belly and a predatory snout. at thirteen, we wished on a shooting star in front of a mansion that looked colder than a winter's night, holding laughter and... Continue Reading →
my body was a battleground sprayed with purple stars that died long ago forming a constellation enveloping my soul lying dead in the rainbow rainlight
A worded garland that you gently place around my Heart with a gut wrenching smile playing across your lips.
We will never walk barefoot and if we do, we would romanticize it in our stories or the better word would be Snapchat stories.
That girl could make your lungs crave for oxygen. She could make you feel breathless and yet, she could make you like it.
Who would have thought that Heaven would be so lonely. There were no houses. There weren't any people.