Look at us, all draped in gold. Had the street lights ever shone so bright? In you, i found what i failed to in myself.
Was it likewise?
Strained words became loose cannons.
The night went on.
When I make memories I don’t worry about preserving them,
Making something tangible out of them; mementos.
I feel as if it takes you away from the moment itself.
I would prefer they exist only in our ...
And so we made palaces in our minds. red were the precious stones, vibrant was the painted glass. All that we put in, all that materialised,
we made palaces in our minds!
All that ails my mind! your c...