The Passenger

I do not expect you—nor anyone else—to understand me.

Can we take turns being the little spoon, darling?

Missionary, because it is the best.

Goth #ItGivesMeFever

Sideboob #itgivesmefever

It’s too hot for this shit.

your thoughts slip into mine and suddenly we’re making love in all the places reality can’t touch

And you thought your cat was dramatic, this one writes sonnets when it’s dish is partially empty.

I would recreate that photograph with you.

It is only when we give up that we have truly failed. Dance away.

Some try so valiantly and fail so epically. What was supposed to be majestic turned into tragic comedy. Bless their hearts, the intent was there but the execution missed. C’est la vie. We learn, adapt, and try again.

Yes, I am foggy. It is when I am the most me I can be, but it is not always the same.

Narrow mind, narrow path. Wide mind, wide path.

I live in the gray mist of the early morning, a shadow moving within the barrier between the black of night and the white of day.

The mist is the keeper of the promise of the unseen.

I would love to see if our colours match, my dear.