A Liar's Guide to the Dreams..

In the dead of the night, the dreams come in one by one. They cling to you with soft acceptance, and they know it all..

These are the dreams which leave a note of remembrance. They cling to our tongues like a bittersweet delight.

They feel familiar, though their flavour melts in the mouth... and taste distinctly unusual.

August 18, 2016

There are different loves.

There’s the safe, secure, beautiful love. The kind that can make eyes sparkle, bodies twirl, mouths mingle, and spirits soar.

Of course there is.

But there is also this. This kind of love. The kind I am used to.


This is a story of a different kind of love.

And one day I know I shall drown in it.
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