by Pisceanesque A collection of work that speaks to me as I read it; it may be the flow that captures me, or the word combination that locks me in, but these delicious imagination meals all have something special that I am yet to find in my own writing.
bright eyes messy hair falling fast. each longing g a z e and stare. you catch my eye, b l o w a kiss, take my heart, and here we go. flying, bright eyes into the stars falling fast into nothing but thin air.