and then they sighed
Crushed strawberries and naked minds. Naked bodies. Love that hurts and guilt that grows. Why do my feet refuse to touch the ground? I’m trying so hard but not even a toe will reach the surface. Why? Why don’t I understand? It’s in your eyes. Your eyes. The color of champagne on a wooden desk. Yes that rose was so beautiful untouched. That’s why I held it in my hands and...