Such a silly thing, walking as if I don’t want to skip. My chest keeps expanding and collapsing in empty retreat. The air in my bubble is warm and solitary. I won’t try to sell it anymore. Advertisements Share this:Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Google+ (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Related
