Winter has arrived. Looking outside my window, I see grey.
I hear the rain pattering down on the tin roof and I feel warm. Happy. Content.
SPOILERS! (Click to view)With no heartbeat, only the static of an International telephone line to ease her into sleep.
With words of tiny people and pockets, held close, she knows that this is real.
The colours of the nearby television splash rainbows of light around the room. Over his face.
..But she can't touch it. Yet.
And when she can, she needs to warn you. She just might not let go.
i have to move and you have chicken pox, i'm sorry that sucks. feel better soon
You always write very beautiful things.