A breath so epic and golden and extreme, lips that whisper like olive branches and shooting stars, eyes that hold constellations and dreams, pinkies touching and the silver rope of love's string - the kind of love I'm yearning for.
It's sunny outside for the first time in a few days and I'm watching it while I type on my computer. Wasting the day. I'm tired of typing. I'm tired of being tired. I just want to be free.