Images are the bittersweet vexation of all the memories that hold tight to my mind. All the memories of what once were.
Limber arms are draped around scrawny legs that stick out at an awkward angle. Intense flames are wrapped around our outstretched bodies, together lying serenely over a full pallet of white.
The serenity of the night is inept. Troublesome thoughts linger in the air, causing it to thicken to a sickening degree.
And even as I watch the waters wake on the sand just outside the balcony window, I can feel some sort of misery wrap its arms around me. Watching the curtains you brought home for me
deviantWEAR sizing preference: comfortable yet sleazy. Favourite style of art: the artsy sort. Shell of choice: turtle. Skin of choice: usually.. fabric softener. Personal Quote: do tell, do tell.
Favourite Writers
alfred douglas. being dead makes your poetry better. so does screwing oscar wilde. I rest my case.