our love it seems is but the length of a dream and not a moment longer
Something about the light in the darkness is so inviting, I’m a moth, attracted to a dimly lit lamppost in the midst of nothing. writing / Kendall Hill
I’m indifferent, you lost me standing on the dark corners and waiting for light to turn red.
Instead of worshipping a creator or man, I cared fully for myself, and felt no guilt and confessed nothing, and in this place I wrote, I was nourished, and I grew
Come back, even as a shadow, even as a dream
The hardest person to awaken Is a lover feigning sleep