A convertible. Leaning back and looking at the stars.
A drive at night. Chasing after the aurora borealis.
London Grammar. Playing on the stereo as we drive through a new country.
Coffee shops. Eating cake and holding hands while we sipped.
Water. Following fish in the sea or swimming at the gym.
Flowers. Filling our home wherever it is.
The sky. Falling asleep on the roof with blankets and pizza boxes by our side.
What were your plans for me? Did you have any? Or was it just a game? Do you enjoy the mystery of torture? Of arrogance? Of power? A game of harm and pain? Was there even a goal?
Like a doe with big eyes, I walk vulnerably into the unknown With more shields, but more softness Will I be drawn into lightness, magic, serendipity Or darkness It’s a flip of a coin What does today b
Filled my mind as I finished my TikTok post. "You suck as a business owner." "You never paid me my severance." "You never gave me my refund." "You barely did anything." "This isn't original." "You're