love is a verb.
Our hands touch -- spreading, fingertips to palms, like waves forcefully clashing... breaking against each other, the tide it extends... desperately attempting to reach through the looking glass and to be something so like itself.
If only it were that simple.
Suddenly it spreads from the center. A cancer, tainted blood infecting; The world it recedes. I drop to my knees and I scream.
If only it were that simple.
Suddenly it spreads from the center. A cancer, tainted blood infecting; The world it recedes. I drop to my knees and I scream.