in the sunless weather of the freezing winds, i see the fainted clouds that reverberate some caresses of your hands on my back in the form of constellations.
Verses, oozing with you. Phrases, shunned by you. Me, enticing your advent. O, come soon, my darling! It's nearly twilight; And, you're still far And away.
okay. so i stand here, at the end of nowhere. and i feel the rushing air passing by my face pressing my skin gently inwards and marking indents like the post night scars.