The snippets of the furrowed eyebrows from the very corner of eye-lashes,
bitten back bitterness in the creases of your lips.
The terrifying truths you wished with closed lids were lies painted white.
And yet, his wrist is against yours, fingertips shly whispering "It's okay."
He never really says Good Night like Good bye.
My mind & heart- this seemingly empty; hollow thing seamed by wispy threads of moments and time itself- has fallen and still is fal l ing into the very gravity of
him.
Hello there! How are you doing today? I watched Olympus Has Fallen yet again. There's just something about Gerard Butler. :') It's late here in Melbourne. Sweet dreams to those who are sleepy// Get out of bed and conqure the world to you, you and you who have just woken up! xo