Always there. Stuck.

from brunt forearm to brisk fingers

Don't hold it if you have soft hands

||consumed||and||heavy||

I have the heart of a dreamer, I am still searching for its owner

Not all memories ask before returning

Lovely lies shadow greater danger

suffering from syncapation

dust and shadows don't burn the way we do inspired by @rain 's story :)

Only those who are truly living know the meaning of survival.

If your desire is valid it shouldn't need to be kept secret. Secrets come from fear. Change comes from courage.

Is this beatiful. Or just the pathetic contrived result of a lonely heart.