#9: It of May

May-ish sprints and May-ish flings. Dawn darlings and dawn sparings. What is mine can desperately be yours, just don't make me miss you like the days of the old. Run with me, bear with me, row with me, fear with me, hit with me, just stay with me. Cause some might say that one day, in the soon to come ovenly scorches, announcing most likely nothing spectacular, same traumas and torches, as i’ll be busy planning fruity plates, working my mind off lines and templates, will not notice nor will I be around one invisible IT set on dragging my soul to the ground. And they also murmur that come trembling that day that particularly famished IT will come and carry you away. Artist:...View all