You’re so real for that
January 20, 2025 at 12:10 AM
You’re so real for that
I've been reading, writing a bit and doing paint by numbers.
January 19, 2025 at 9:32 PM
I've been reading, writing a bit and doing paint by numbers.
"Beth?"
"Yeah?" I ask.
"You good?" I finally look at her. This is my first time seeing her in the sunset. She is bathed in orange light that makes her skin look warm, not sickly like I'm used to. Her hair mimics fire, and her eyes burn with a fire. The fire I fell in love it.
"Yeah?" I ask.
"You good?" I finally look at her. This is my first time seeing her in the sunset. She is bathed in orange light that makes her skin look warm, not sickly like I'm used to. Her hair mimics fire, and her eyes burn with a fire. The fire I fell in love it.
January 19, 2025 at 9:17 PM
"Beth?"
"Yeah?" I ask.
"You good?" I finally look at her. This is my first time seeing her in the sunset. She is bathed in orange light that makes her skin look warm, not sickly like I'm used to. Her hair mimics fire, and her eyes burn with a fire. The fire I fell in love it.
"Yeah?" I ask.
"You good?" I finally look at her. This is my first time seeing her in the sunset. She is bathed in orange light that makes her skin look warm, not sickly like I'm used to. Her hair mimics fire, and her eyes burn with a fire. The fire I fell in love it.
Our first breath of fresh air in a very long time, too long. I never thought this would happen. That we would be standing here with the sky stretching as far as we can see. It feels surreal. Perhaps we did die back there. Eliza and I that is. Maybe neither of us made it out of there alive.
January 19, 2025 at 9:16 PM
Our first breath of fresh air in a very long time, too long. I never thought this would happen. That we would be standing here with the sky stretching as far as we can see. It feels surreal. Perhaps we did die back there. Eliza and I that is. Maybe neither of us made it out of there alive.