my fingers are like stones
…that makes no sense.
but it does make a sentence!
hahaha
i laughed out loud.
It is never too late to be what you might have been.
my fingers are like stones
…that makes no sense.
but it does make a sentence!
hahaha
i laughed out loud.
can you feel the electricity?
the tension? desire?
the lust, the love…
the missed opportunity
glaring at me
laughing at me
i’m fighting with it
but its whiteness blinds me
i don’t know what’s normal is.
stop accusing me!
you are like candy floss.
lot of fluff
and no substance
we used to exchange bodily fluids.
until he started to exchange his with someone else.