pretty girls are my weakness

I think my body escaped me. Fell into the mists of the tired dead grass,  Walked on for years and years,  scrapped and moulted. My valley is vase land, filled with seeds ready for growth. Surrounded by dead flowers and bugs.  You’ve come to salvage the lands. only to find remains of scattered bones covered in green mold. I beg,  don’t steal my seeds to feed your empty soul. For these…

Nothing but love for all my life. But it wasn’t that kind of love that had your body feel warmth covered in chills shooting to your heart. It was a love that felt like an ache yearning through the pit of your stomach almost hitting the floor.  It was the feeling of giving back, and holding back out of preservation of the ones around you. It was countless bouncing off energies, laughs, and…