to the boy who

told me - while standing at a bar counter under dim lights and a night cold as it was outside warm was your breath - i get distracted easy you were (are) right i looked at that moth buzzing near our table but my fingers were wanting to turn around and feel your skin against… Continue reading to the boy who



You are evolving and so am I ; ofcourse but every time I breathe I am scared I am becoming the wrong person at the wrong time I am changing too soon for the seasons greetings to keep track of my falls and blooms sigh what do I do to stop time but write and… Continue reading .