My heart settling back into its languorous pace, a scribbled paper prescription stuck fast to my face
The fire inched toward me before I could feel its heat. By the time it reached me, I was numb to it and unaware I was being burned.
This is a street I could fall in love on, where everyone's eyes reflect the stringed lights. Cobbles hold the weight of it all - the hearts and the hopes of what could and might.
How is it that my eyes close and open without me That I do not die in the in-between Mayhaps I do when I forget to see If I can't see life then it must cease I must be blind to the air I breathe A sign that there's a brighter green That's born from gray and... Continue Reading →