I had to do it for myself
This is love, she thought, isn't it? When you notice someone's absence and hate that absence more than anything? More, even, than you love his presence?…
This is love, she thought, isn't it? When you notice someone's absence and hate that absence more than anything? More, even, than you love his presence?…
With the air being so still, the smell of artificial surfaces drying out from overnight showers lingers in the air…
The signals and sensations whisper descriptions and settings of a time.. place.. existence... that are in a shifted spectrum…
Different parts and systems in my body swirl in different directions for their different jobs, making a todo list for my spirit to explore.…