I don't post selfies.
I post skies.
Because you'd notice my skies.
They are majestically beautiful.
I don't post selfies.
I post skies.
Because you'd notice my skies.
They are majestically beautiful.
He spun me around,
with his hand on my waist.
And time stood still.
My world was turning and I didn't feel it.
I was looking into his iridescent brown eyes.
Lost in a world, that was ours alone.
It's the full moon tonight isn't it? It's pulling and pushing against our heart strings. Heavy, hurting, bruised and battered. I'm amazed at how the moon affects us.
I have this fear of losing my senses, a fear of losing my mind.
I have a fear I'll forget your voice, that I'll forget the feel of your skin, I have a fear I'll forget the details of our conversations.
Because it may happen that I lose my hearing or my sight and it could be that I start to forget my surroundings... But I hope that I never lose that part of my mind, where I have you stored. Please don't leave from there. It's all I have left of you.
Bare minimum.
What's good enough?
How much am I allowed?
How much are you free?
Bare minimum.
Scraps. A word here and there.
Hardly anything.
You're not fair.