My scattered thoughts, in a blog.
It's that I only know you this way. Like you are made of layers, but the part of you I've seen is from a whole different onion. Is that who you really are? I respect that you respect my body and that this adventure won't leave your tongue. It was dark, you couldn't see me... Continue Reading →
“What happens when people open their hearts?" "They get better.” Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood You can see the frustration and sadness consuming me by how I look at you, and that makes me vulnerable. I have always been able to mask my emotions, but you can see right through me, and that makes me vulnerable. I... Continue Reading →
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