Waking to ringing bells and tapping spoons. Lights whispers in my ear to free my curiosity, the only thing missing is the resting of tired words on lips. Something about your forming of words hugs my thoughts. The way they try to be gentle even in an attempt to provoke me and move the edges of my mouth to fix a broken smile. The groups of lines and curves line the ends of my mind and move the impossible. Something to cherish and maybe even something to live for.
· Sat Jun 07, 2014 @ 06:46am · 0 Comments