I think of you when I can’t sleep. There are unwritten letters crawling across my bed and walls because we don’t belong here. We should be dancing with thunder, our skin soaked in sin, fearlessly wondering what could have been, fleeing to wild places to be wild things.
Everyone keeps reflecting on how much their lives have changed the past year. But when I’m lying in bed alone, all I can think of is how much my life has changed in a split second – the instant you smiled at me, nothing was ever the same. *As requested by @wordswithcurves for #bemymuse no. 37
I want to go to unnamed places, let my heart unravel across countries and continents, through dirt roads and busy avenues, mountain trails and highways, shady alleys and industrialized streets, watching each new day’s light rise from the window of my morning flight, falling asleep in new time zones very different from my own. There […]
I sometimes forget that you are real. A l m o s t. And then you kiss me with a kiss that no false science could ever synthesize, and we write every proof of our existence all around the house to prove that we are, as a matter of fact, real. Fact means grounded, proven, […]
You ask me how I can manage to go to sleepless for more than 30 hrs. You see, I would rather spend life awake. Sleep makes me feel mortal. There’s something magical about being awake just before dawn, just before thoughts are created, just before particles exist, just before things end.
When you look in the mirror and see not good enough, please remember that I see strong hands, stronger willpower, resilient heart, easy laughter, kind eyes, fast wit and every inch of the reason I count myself so damn lucky. *As requested by @db.iv.xiiifor #bemymuse no. 32