I know I'm just falling to peices.

[byronicromance]

Hush hush say your hands as you whisper your jeans up your thighs and button them. They didn't fit four months ago. You don't exactly know when your body melted off far enough that these rested loosely at the waist. You don't know when you heated your wax legs until you could work them thin and smooth, stretch out your torso over your bone wick.

Comments

[yeah_nono]

I've always liked the word hush. You write well, even for merely journal entries. Sorry if that sounds weird.