Wanted.

I want

to own this world.

the way it feels

I wanna hear

the peals

of laughter

under the singsong of the bells

I wanna touch

the empty atmosphere.

I'm gonna bring the back

to bear

Get outta the way -

I'm here.

Appearances.

I spent a day

in the life of a man

who's supposed to always look busy

without actually doing

anything.

WoD - Pattern

I’m not seeing the pattern here. The way your fingers press and lift, caressing skin like you were trying to tell a story, like you were writing a letter in invisible ink over the curves of my body, hoping that somehow, it’d mean something to me.
I think, if you wrote a letter on my skin, it’d be a thank you note. Or an I Hate You one. Something sentimental. Like a break up, done in verse. Or a change over from across time – sealed with a kiss from a romantic past we never enjoyed.