I look at the moon and wonder about her. Missing someone sparks a - TopicsExpress



          

I look at the moon and wonder about her. Missing someone sparks a spontaneous combustion inside soon loneliness starts to crawl underneath my skin. Then it later transforms into some sort of chronic disease. In dire desperation, this time I look for a vaccine that presents itself in the form of memories. The story has ended but memories live on. As I cut through the fabric of memories something bursts out of it. It is the darkness and Im completely swallowed by it. Surviving on the lingering sense of dead romance.
Posted on: Sun, 16 Nov 2014 05:49:18 +0000

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