I write for the words my voice left unspoken. I write for the feelings my heart didn't show. I write for the tears my eyes never shed. I write for the things that never come to light. I write for the version of me that I put aside.
Cupid a shrink of regency as his delinquency was rampant and a pearl pink fillet but his vice made of gold was more satisfaction to behold while earth was blue his ritual to date.
Sunrises are beautiful a beautiful beginning of a new day but sunsets are even better and it shows that you have survived the entire day without dieing
