Freedom is defined by self; But sought by all.– Experience.
Our past only binds us if we allow it to become our prison.– A corner of my mind.
Words reveal nothing; the world is blind to fools like me. It’s not what is yelled and screamed, not what is written for you to read. It is what is whispered in the dark, murmured under breaths. It is the spaces between words and the gaps left between every sentence. It is all the things that are never said.
This secret world constructed around your name that torments the air I breath and the dreams I dread. Waking with the sweet memory of your lips on mine, this is poison.
You are dying.
Am I seeing things, I wonder Still it hardly matters, its not like it would be the first time. “Does it tickle a little?” I giggle as I lick the insecurities away from behind your eyes With my sandpaper tongue I feel you deeper, further, clearer then any have before You are dead and dying, did you know? You didn’t know. As the new revelation spreads across your face I begin to...