Jul 30
Sun & Moon
Nina & Awan short poem
for a place like Arizona where it was usually warm, too much layers had you feel as if you was in a volcano pit. for her who was always cold the layers sooth that coldness she felt. even if it was a small sense of warmth became enough. unlike her he was warm to touch. as if the sun was his victory. even if she did not admit it she liked the type come comfort he proved. even it stepped over the just co-workers idea. for her he proved a kind of warmth, that even multiply layers just could not covey anymore. for nina he came the unchanging, warmth she had been seeking. the type where they both felt a sense of wholeness.
