I was once reckless,
I had been far removed from connecting with the true foundation of who I was.
However discovering who I was has brought me closer to the foundation of who I am. 41 more words
the cold in my hands is an incurable disease i yearn to recover from. your hands are the insatiable warmth mine are looking for.
i know your fingers have grazed too many things, too many people to know the temperature of loss, but the heartbeats in my fingertips try to lead you home– where hands roam and grasp and fumble and feel and where the lines in our palms draw the paths in which our bodies move in the darkness. 196 more words