Long is the Hour

It is hot, sticky and sweet. Not the same as other days. Pinheads of condensation on glasses and brows. Heat permeating skin brings up musk. Trembles. Sparkles in the light. Runs down the back of my neck. What are we all made of that is the same? Don’t resist. Rising. Gasping. Like the wine, it […]

in favor of abolishing nighttime

(via weheartit.com) i have to admit something. it is going to sound so silly, so silly coming from a grown up person. …i am scared of the dark. yes, exactly like you think. i lie in my bed at night just wondering what might be under my bed, in my closet. i get up. i […]