sarah fay ♥

It’s hiding in every story. in every book. it’s that once upon a time that put us in a dream where we could walk so softly. you held my hand so oppositely as i walked further into the night. i’d hear her whisper “i reached the sea to turn around and see how the cover looked so perfectly with the moonlight bound together tightly not a single line read” well what did she mean when she said she saw right through me?

the apple of my eye. one…the moon was full a few days past now it’s fading. but it should give us enough light to guide us off the edge. with both beautiful worlds. they hold me close. holding hands, folding hands. with much more than a stone i killed two birds…

i can’t hear you breathing in this reflection, am i dreaming a black mirror, my black eyes, will take me to a place i can’t wait to see get all it’s promises lost in sound. take deep breathes of smoke while the choke keeps you from feeling alone. are you ready to stop pretending you’re bold enough to gather stones and build yourself high enough to see…

there’s a time and place for everything and you’re not one to give a fuck. there’s a time and place for everything for the actions that you decide to commit. i won’t be a part of any of this. a single plot was blown out of proportion. he never knew as i thought as I put my hands to the sky. he was a favorite of mine. and on the way home. i realized i could condense and i can rain and on your way home i hope you can see your face and see today and remember how we used to sing our little tune. we can’t remember the words.