"You're mint," I say. "Sorry," you reply.
in adoration of the night and its mistress
Inspired by Emily Dickinson's "Wild Nights" poem - because it's brilliant alright. Not one for writing in this way but I wrote this a while ago in haze. It seemed to fit the theme?
~ M I N T ~ Today's piece touched upon something a bit more serious. Trigger warning to some of you out there. Thanks for reading!
Room is too dirty to hang out in? FREAKING MINT
Small gestures do great things.
Across The Room, He Sat. Across The Room, She Sipped Her Tea. The Smell Of Love Lingered In The Air- Or Was That The Scent Of Mint Leaves?