Aaron R Thomas
I write because I want to others to know.
To know what color rain is from inside of my eyes --what airs of laughter are on the ear and deep, musky smells to the nose and taste of her on my lips and neck.
I remember. I wonder. I believe. I love. I bitterly despise. There's pride and passion and longing and empty words.
Immortality: on a shelf, on a rack, on the web or hidden away beneath intimates in the back of a drawer with other musselin bindings of sacred memories.
@eponymoustache
To know what color rain is from inside of my eyes --what airs of laughter are on the ear and deep, musky smells to the nose and taste of her on my lips and neck.
I remember. I wonder. I believe. I love. I bitterly despise. There's pride and passion and longing and empty words.
Immortality: on a shelf, on a rack, on the web or hidden away beneath intimates in the back of a drawer with other musselin bindings of sacred memories.
@eponymoustache