trees leaves allows a deep breath loose through my lips knowing i may now have my chance
to make it on my own.
Curtains roll back his face exposed readily insinuating sober truths of theories polished by her hand every word reconstructed
With striking appeal letting anyone knots tighten with endless need for more.
A friend and I pick a theme to write every two weeks - his was "I saw you talkin' to Christopher Walken" - this was my perception. May not make any sense, but it isn't necessarily supposed to I guess. Enjoy.