iamdiana
morning pressed him further into his sheets. the air hurt to breathe and the walls were thin against the sunlight.
I find myself to be somewhat a fan of high school plays. I like seeing the students on stage taking on roles of others and forming different situations because most of the time I know that there's so much drama and tension going on behind the curtains.
How much good can memories really do? They give me an inaccurate sense of time passing. Makes my bones feel ancient.