The sunshine dabbles on my skin.
Pale with wistfulness. It somehow reminds me of bitten back lips and swallowed words. The sharp edges of each letter paper cut there and here.
I stay a little longer, motionless, in this hazy light.
I'll come back alive.
I will be living once more.
Just give me a pinch of time.
That will do.
Nov 11, 2014
Nov 11, 2014 at 6:53 AM UTC
The sunshine dabbles on my skin.
Pale with wistfulness. It somehow reminds me of bitten back lips and swallowed words. The sharp edges of each letter paper cut there and here.
I stay a little longer, motionless, in this hazy light.
I'll come back alive.
I will be living once more.
Just give me a pinch of time.
That will do.
