Feet that stomps the moist ground. A little prick here, a little prick there. Blood, oozing. Still running. Hands that drag me back. Pushed down, Crushed. Crawling to find solace. Rising up A stumble here, a stumble there. But, up.... Continue Reading →
Not everyone is meant to stay, some are just floaters.
Love is often like that; you could love with all your heart, yet it will remain unattainable.