your lips are salty again, and my heart beats faster. we're singing ontop of buildings to the clash, falling in love to the volume on the stereo. we're in the wind, upon horses hanging onto their manes. saddle-less and slow-ridden, over the grassy landtops and side the riverbends. in the beaches water, feet deep into the sand, music from the ( Read more... )

my see-through tears on your pale skin, powered white with blushed red lips of my own. wide open windows with cold air and the smell of rain unfolds through your blinds and into your room. silent sounds of passing birds, flocks of them heading south and then back again. my hands layed upon yours in the white walls, murmurs on open feelings dried ( Read more... )