01.02.2016

When longing becomes second nature to us
For far too long
And the sun barely lends any warmth to an aching soul

Thread bare blankets have now become second skin

And we,
We hold on to the last threads of our sanity
Like life is solely dependent on it

12.09.2015

31.07.2015

30.07.2015

18.07.2015

06.07.2015

08.04.2015

31.03.2015

12.03.15

10.03.15

And then she stood there, under the shower, the scalding hot water cascading over her body. She tried to scrub off that layer of skin that he knew so well and had spent hours exploring, tasting. She ran her fingers over the tattoo that they had gotten together. And then, over the scars– some that were just deep enough to hurt, and others that had made an impression on her for life. Some things can never be forgotten.