Tuesday, May 26, 2015

So Far Away

I'm alive but too busy to write. I'm thinking about too many things to focus here. The stories are writing themselves, my dears--in my messy little head. 

Too busy to miss you, but I feel the longing underneath, the undertow of desire. I see the sun and the moon. 

Later, I will write it all.

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