His words are mine, his passion is mine, the ambition, the persistence, the determination to thrive.
His laughter’s mine, his weakness is mine, his strength, his jokes, his patience to time. 263 more words
Their lips move in synchrony and from behind them comes slithering a snake.
It rattles to announce its arrival, rattles to wake the asleep.
And maybe that’s why circadian rhythm is but a phrase to me. 259 more words