I am a child of September, but winter months seem to suit me better. The bitterness of this premature daytime starlight has deprived me of my dormant world. Early sunshine drips from our fingertips and words fall like honey from our lips, slow and too sweet. And all that I want is for you to pull me towards you and take me in, burying me deep inside the hallow of your chest, nestled close against your delicate lungs (and maybe there I will finally find sleep). Because you are the only one who makes me feel safe.
I wonder if you know that.
Created: Feb 24, 2012wolf-fucker Document Media