Bor ehgit

Bor ehgit Dec 2018

Lay, calm and still. I'll put the kettle on. Our sunday morning routine begins. She lays in bed and rolls from side to side. Occasionally extending her arms to stretch away the nights rest. I, boil the water and line the ceramic mugs evenly on the counter. Tea bags already placed inside and tied to the handle. As the sun creeps through the blinds, it's heat settles into the wooden floors. From the kicchen I can hear the sound of our vinyl player dropping a record into place. Then, as the music slowly starts, the kettle begans to whistle. A soft morning kiss and our day has begun.

Bor ehgit Dec 2018

Jonas and his time machine

Theres an old cabin at the edge of the ocean, where salt and the summer sun are trapped in it's aging wood. Small peices of the past still linger within it's walls. Like ripples leading us through worm holes, and back into thier arms. The scent of purfume softly misted within the passing breeze, will feel like its stopped the world around you.

As you close your eyes in the moment, you could still feel the sensation of their warm lips grazing yours. The unforgettable feeling of thier body heat dancing around you. The oils from the fingertips, pressed firmly against your jaw line.

Thier essence slowly fading, but never quite gone.

Bor ehgit Oct 2018

****!

You keep me anchored, while I was constantly at battle with the holes in my mind. Warm, soft, hands among freezing skin.

Bor ehgit Oct 2018

Never safe to stay so close to the flame.

We have chosen the harder road, the one where quiet lips last forever. Ghost spend the calendar year accompanying us. Occasionally sending a soft breeze down your neck to keep you guessing. The stars dim a little closer to non-existence, but remain the same to eyes so far away. As we stare into separate mirrors
but always find one another.

Bor ehgit Oct 2018

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I believe if you follow your heart you will someday experience that fullness we all seek. There's a darkness that we all posess, that reminds us to continue being reckless. Making us think that because we are not permanent we should give into temptations to feel the moment. When moments are best felt by things we as people cannot control. Things that reminds us that are minds could never possess all the answers and with that comes beauty. The beauty that allows us to never stop learning and growing. See the truth always comes back to the heart. When we follow it sometimes things hurt and they hurt real bad. But we shed that damaged skin and emerge with a stronger sense of self.

Bor ehgit Oct 2018

Slowly goes my ghost

In the mind.
There's a constant breeze.
Blowing against the scattered pieces.
Trying to find somewhere they fit.

Sometimes they settle.

Memories all dilute over time.
Even the few that you could still feel.

Bor ehgit Oct 2018

We will regret this when we are old

The leaves around were falling, I felt the chill back in the air. The memories from the summer, have all but disappeared. You say you found a lover, someone who truly understands. But don't act like I'm gone, because I know that I'm still there.

I'm buried deep inside your late nights, when you're in your room alone. All the static from the TV, makes you wish you were back home. Laying warm beneath your blankets, my hand soft on your thighs.

You have never been so in love, but why does it still feel like something's wrong. How can the only one you hate still be the one who holds your heart.