&& in the orange twilight, as I catch my breath for the first time in weeks, all I can think of is you
Tag: misadventurelovestories
Dream Invader
as darkness falls and blackness crawls he reappears night after night without reason, without right breaking through every barrier spreading his sensory disease, nostalgia, he’s a viral carrier even in slumber my body shifts flailing and flopping my minds eye taking apart our time, clipping and cropping his invasion? implanted scenes, his nightly creations beneath…
Letters She’ll Never Send
I asked the Universe why there is an incessant pull to and towards you since we’ve met. And even though she stubbornly refused to answer me, I figured some things out on my own. Here’s the thing. I could really, genuinely be with you . Doesn’t make sense, I feel weird saying it, and quite…
Airless Breath
But how? How is it that you, mylove, are the deepest breath and the harshest exhale all at one time? Standing next to you is the first time I breathe. All day. Yet somehow there doesn’t seem to be enough air in the room. I sigh in relief at the feeling of your skin on…
Before a Mirrored Ceiling Cracks
We spend our lives looking for 2 things intensity and comfort. Two things that by nature are contradictory. One unable to be present where the other exists. Yet somehow you seem to provide both. With eyes that stare at me as if looking into my soul and arms that hold me as if there was…
The Missadventure Chronicles 