kickinglovers

This sucks in. Crushlike and sugary. A flattered moment. Springing my heart up on top of all the scene. I am. This is very. So maybe. What to do with a realisation that could change existance. We did it. It smells like candy. A rush of falling uninterupted moments between 4 and 7. Jealous theives. She has stolen me. I. Captured her. This is. Nothing, with a place to rest. We. are. devoid of description. Lacking titles, simple not. She is. quite.nice. A dizzy height. It has too many words.

I cannot search the kiss even, for that. Taste and tongue. I know only by tingle.

We are. Between the hours.



s-i-g-h.