my sweat makes patterns on cloth and nylon as i stew in your presence. hours seem like days as hushed whispers fill the air above our heads and i forget myself. my body looks ghostly from above, all rough bone and skin as i bite back answers. it’s a sort of therapy to let myself go. i walk away from being all lips and mouth and instead sink into the tones of your voice, hoping that you don’t stop talking as i drift away. hoping that you know that i need this escape.
hi, i'm sarah. i write because otherwise my head becomes too crowded. all of these words amount to moments i've lived or people i've loved.
“with time, i will fade from this universe, but i hope that when you look to the night sky, you see my crooked smile in the crescent moon. hear my laugh as the fireflies dance and glow in the summer heat. feel my embrace in your darkest of hours and know that when i whispered “forever,” i meant i’d never leave. i’ll live on in your heart, as infinite as the stars.” - gabrielle green.
p.s all of my writing is tagged under "original work".
• say hello.• give me something to write about. beamie
