I am haunted with the breeze that was you...
Barely noticeable, a memory long gone, a faint whisper in the air.
Without any warning it becomes gusting with a voracious rage, cloaking my very being with rapacious eagerness, consuming me in whole.
I crumble to the floor like a tear-stained rag doll, destroyed by my unwillingness to admit, I miss you.
Oct 25, 2014
Oct 25, 2014 at 4:25 PM UTC
I am haunted with the breeze that was you...
Barely noticeable, a memory long gone, a faint whisper in the air.
Without any warning it becomes gusting with a voracious rage, cloaking my very being with rapacious eagerness, consuming me in whole.
I crumble to the floor like a tear-stained rag doll, destroyed by my unwillingness to admit, I miss you.
