Sometimes, a person just carries a certain kind of quiet light with them. Not flashy, but warm enough to make the air feel a little softer, and my own thoughts a little clearer. I find myself wanting to lean into it. The bed creaks, the top is tight, and my mind is very dirty.
Sometimes, a person just carries a certain kind of quiet light with them. Not flashy, but warm enough to make the air feel a little softer, and my own thoughts a little clearer. I find myself wanting to lean into it. 馃暞锔忦煉璗he bed creaks, the top is tight, and my mind is very dirty.
