I feel it, in the silence between seconds, the flash of your smile, and the caricature of our friendship. It licks my skin in the clockwork of her breathing; When it is…

I feel it, in the silence between seconds, the flash of your smile, and the caricature of our friendship. It licks my skin in the clockwork of her breathing; When it is…
Let’s talk about how the man in the tattered garb isn’t the only one with screws missing. A thousand hugs for all the worlds of pain behind that beautiful smile. Say hello…