abbymay
Scientists don't understand that despite their meanings and inventions - life continues and there's nothing we can do about it.
We tangled together like birds on a wire, dropped down by a spider's web beneath a city of blinded lights. Your body was warm, and your feet held mine like hands and our limbs completed each other like long strands of cotton - my knees knocked yours and our hands grabbed at nothing; tying knots with animalistic passion.