July 2012
7 posts
I miss you dearly.
“The first time I used I was thirteen. I didn’t even smoke cigarettes, it...”
– These are the things I am told on my block. It is amazing how resilient we are as humans. What we allow ourselves to become accustomed to and call Home never ceases to baffle me.
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You are such a beautiful ball of light. Though there may be many lonely nights like this one in my future, I can only hope that there will always be this bit of blue sky. I am slightly tilting my head upward and smiling at the cobalt blue assuredness that is my longing to fill these empty arms with your beautiful body. The warmth of such thoughts are a candlelight for my fingertips, casting a...
