A bird's wing brushed my shoulder.
I looked behind me.
In the darkness, there was the wind.
I inhaled.
I exhaled.
Smoke from my lungs,
Curling words through the air.
Then I thought of you.
Dec 18, 2015
Dec 18, 2015 at 8:22 AM UTC
A bird's wing brushed my shoulder.
I looked behind me.
In the darkness, there was the wind.
I inhaled.
I exhaled.
Smoke from my lungs,
Curling words through the air.
Then I thought of you.
