sining
human walls. that's what they're called. and there are so many of them between us.
we are the ghosts between dusk and dawn. we are the rumours that fly in whispers. we are the secret messages on a back-masked cassette. we are the spaces in the lyrics of songs. we are the affair novelists keep trying to write about. we are the tragic comedy that actors mock. we are the thieves that come home empty handed. we are the criminals that hide in plain sight.
pegasus was an angel to them. when they see unicorns however, they think of the devil- charming, handsome, and horned. and so they run and spook. that, or they get down on all fours and start praying to god.
pegasus was an angel. when horses see unicorns however, they spook and run, or get down on all fours and pray.
Mister Stunning and Miss Sputnik fell in love on New Year's Day. Sadly, they were tied to other things and other people at the time, and never acted on how they felt. Time passed and eventually they grew apart. Come New Year's Day, Sputnik will think of Stunning, and giddy the sensation of falling, and wonder why she let him go.
she studied her face in the mirror and noted that she looked better when her eyes were swollen. then a question popped into mind: why are those creases called laughter lines, when all they cradle are tears?
suck on all my fingertips until you kill all my prints.
so your lover doesn't know how much i've been touching you.
patience pending!
which one's gonna call? who's on the other end? who's gonna call the most number of times? what time is which one gonna call?
polyamorous people play guessing games with the telephone a lot.
hello? anyone?
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