cold night showers.
the cold water splashes down my head and hair, awakening and soothing my tense nerves. i blink away the droplets that cling to my lashes and tilt my head back for water on my face. it pounds on my shoulders, too, leaving them more than clean. i step under the water for on last rinse, it washes away the last of the dregs and woes. i step out and touch my wrinkled finger tips to my lips and smile,...
if i love you
melancholynotes: by e e cummings if i love You (thickness means worlds inhabited by roamingly stern bright faeries if you love me) distance is mind carefully luminous with innumerable gnomes Of complete dream if we love each (shyly) other, what clouds do or Silently Flowers resembles beauty less than our breathing
needlebug: mudbloodsanddemigods: shbup: OH MY GOD. *CRYING* WIN!