sunshiner
My head covered by the sheets of the bed, I'm staring at the most perfect sky: the one above our little paradise of linen.
Salvation has definitelly a Christian taste, like be-good-boys-and-girls-and-do-as-you-are-told-or. Or. God forbid we dont behave ourselves! But truth be told, you're my salvation. For I know my safe spot is in your arms, you're my life jacket, tou push me up, you save me from drawning in everyday desperation, in anesthetic pain and numbness, and routine and profitably well-counted minutes: you are timeless solace, bliss... The only salvation seems to be love.