Nothings
Nothing lasts forever. People die, things break and disintegrate, memories fade. The world will end one day, and nothing will exist for us. Nothing will matter. Nothing lasts forever.
But there are things that seem like they will. Small touches, a covert smile, shadowed whispers while tapered fingers dance across naked skin. A hug from a stranger. A hug from a friend.
Nothing lasts forever.
Nothings last forever.
But there are things that seem like they will. Small touches, a covert smile, shadowed whispers while tapered fingers dance across naked skin. A hug from a stranger. A hug from a friend.
Nothing lasts forever.
Nothings last forever.