the woolyou made me feel like you loved me even when you don’t. it was just enough for me, ignoring reality for a dream. though the wool was...
awestruckgrasping at straws trying to find the words anything, in any language, that could possibly do you justice. an impossible feat writer's...
loudly.i miss you so loudly. the whispers of morning and your delicate hands, wisps of hair sweeping against my face as i dig myself deeper into...