Lost Love Lust

Tags: My life.

• pandora’s box.

  Attempting to remember the touch of his lips on the surface of hers, a tear found its away amongst the light creases of her porcelain skin.
  As if in delay, her longing for his hand in hers took away her soul like night stole day.
  Perhaps a faded scent to others, but to her it was all [...]

• the many happenings of “and”.

  and to fret in winter weather, or summer weather of cigarettes abyss, she knew he was a philosophical excuse of a human being.
  and when teapot muffins in red dresses ran quickly amongst the rabbits of hunger she truly found the light in her room shined more brightly than usual
  and in shock she looked at him [...]

• stings & scrutiny.

  Drawing the curtains aside, she sniffles her nose.
  The sting from the bleach teases her dark hair into a dirty blonde.
  It suits her intentions, her need to blend in for the moment, and the ultimate transition to new plans.
  She remembers the days when her intentions were simple, wholesome, and perhaps normal.
  A house, family, maybe even love, [...]

• task.

  At first I said I would compile a list of things I want to do before I die.
  Then I realized.
  This list will be things I will do before I die, not want, but do.
  So here we are, in no particular order.
  - Own a classic car. 30 years old and up preferably.
  - Paint a 52X70 canvas.
  - [...]