My little Grayson, he’s my little elephant plushie. I had him during the bad times of my life during this year. I kept him in my moms room and didn’t visit him at all. He’s dressed in a crocodile onesie because I got him in a baby section. I feel bad, for some reason I feel like I neglected him even though it’s not his fault I went through all that. He’s just a little one. My little Grayson. » Continue Reading
I can’t find it anywhere. The kisses in my dreams, the yearning my soul feels. I cant find it’s remedy. The intimacy of feelings one skin without an ounce of lust smelt in the air. I cant find its remedy. The touching words my heart desperately wants to have pumping through. The words my ears want thumping in them till they grow deaf. Where did it go, oh, where did it go? I think I’ve lost it. ... » Continue Reading
I want to be soft. I cannot stand the harshness the world likes to subject as love. I want to be soft. Held gently like how the sun kisses the back of the clouds. Held gently like how the wind swoons the trees. I want to be soft. To feel the vulnerability of one’s gentleness, the kindness of their truth. Why is it so impossible for someone to crave that genuity too? One that isn’t artificial. One ... » Continue Reading