I know many things, like the color of your eyes in the midst of a summer thunderstorm or the reason your voice twitches up at the edges when you say my name. I know the way your skin smells of salt and laundry soap no matter the time of day and how you like to […]
The wind knows your name, whispers breezy breaths of your syllables on gusty warm days. The winds hears you better than I. It sings through your fingers and cools your cheeks. The wind knows your scent and your skin in ways I only wish for. If only I knew you as the wind does.
I wonder if you’re left-handed and then I keep thinking this is something I should know but I don’t remember ever seeing you write. How can I love someone and not know what hand they favor? That seems absurd but nonetheless, my breath catches on the words left unsaid, those lingering moments of ephemeral completeness […]
Do you know Johnny? How can I answer that question? How is that answer so simple yet filled with ambiguity and perplexity? If you know him, send him a friend request. If it was that easy, I would have done it by now instead of trolling your site like an animal laying in wait. I […]