A Distant Comfort

I’m slipping away; through my very own fingers, I slip. Is it maybe true after all; do some people just not know how to cope with themselves? We simply carry too much around; too much fear that seeks out comfort; don’t we all get cheated on – in one way or another – by life, … Continue reading

snap

if i were to ever love you any more than this, it would snap my heart right into two; andĀ i’d chase the sky evenĀ moreso than now, an acrobatic dance with the devil – if i were to love you any harder than this, my heart would outstretch the kissing horizon; and i’d drown into the … Continue reading