Lost Love Lust

Tags: imagination

• crumble in awe.

  Another night spent allowing the sound of the rain drops to infect my brain.
  They fill me with desire.
  The need to be somewhere else.
  To live life to the edge of the cliffs and back.
  The exhibition of something greater than four walls and a couch.
  I want to feel the suffocation of true nature.
  To feel my heart crumble [...]

• stilettos & indignation.

  Smooth Jazz plays its tune as she opens box by box.
  Dust slowly floats into the thin air as objects are placed on shelves and cabinets.
  She turns and looks over her shoulder, imagining a suave young man in a suit waiting for her to go to a Gala of some sort, perhaps an art exhibition.
  Perhaps this was the beginning of [...]