The crackling of fire
And the soothing hissing of wind.
I was craving the touch of your skin
The warm breath I feel when you whisper sweet nothingness into my ears.
I see you in everything, on the streets, in the stores. Expecially in my head.
Your voice echos throughout my mind, keeping me up at night. I almost think your actually here.
I make myself think I feel your presence.
I'm craving you.
Your face
Your eyes
Your breathe.
It's killing me.
Feb 6, 2017
Feb 6, 2017 at 1:07 AM UTC
The crackling of fire
And the soothing hissing of wind.
I was craving the touch of your skin
The warm breath I feel when you whisper sweet nothingness into my ears.
I see you in everything, on the streets, in the stores. Expecially in my head.
Your voice echos throughout my mind, keeping me up at night. I almost think your actually here.
I make myself think I feel your presence.
I'm craving you.
Your face
Your eyes
Your breathe.
It's killing me.
