sunlightpiercing through the skinsweatdripping from every poredaysseem to go never endingnightswish they went on foreversummerGod, i hate this climatewinterwill i ever get to see this?swap placesi wish i couldlive in an igloowrapped in a bundlewhen will this endput me...
For this week’s prompt on Writer’s Island.. walking into the roomlight shiningin the corner of her eyesstrides across the floorwrapping hands around shoulderkeeping her soul warmsun begins to setgentle rays streamingthrough the crack in the...
