Footsteps chasing after overly-small ones. Little gaps of space between their lips & hearts; flitting in between are voices like little notations on crumpled maps.
Carelessly inked shortcuts to a dainty dabble of yellow on ones soul.
Hey hey hey gorgeous reader! How are you doing? I have an english essay to write tomorrow about the film Gattaca! Have any of you seen it? x P.S The above is a little backstory of how Mister Him walked me home. *nervous giggle*