i'll take the sasquatch sundae

[_atlantica]

& often times, trying not to panic, we'd close our eyes and take a breath, skin would ellude to shivers, not from the plunging temperature but from stars diving headlong into rivers, from fear. fear of drowning in glistening lights; fear of the moon frowning down on its fallen sentinels vindictively. taking things for granted is far too easy between dusk and dawn. and when the sunlight is slanted through silk cov(erl)ets, bantering uprisingly arrogant eyes.
the gig is up. no more scooping. no more lee.FUCK. i love that word. fuck i hate regret. i HATE that word.edit - new layoutyo /edit