salt memories

I hope that when my toes touch the water and the waves pull on my wrists the salt will scrub off every imprint of yours take every piece of hope that every touched me that we could still be right and simple I don't want tp float and let the sun burn you into my skin Let me drown … salt memories weiterlesen


Thoughts on a bus ride

I know how long the bus takes from my town to yours and the fare is always the same. know the are where you live probably half as well as mine but way better than others. I can get myself a glass of water , can get food from the downstairs room and know where … Thoughts on a bus ride weiterlesen