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 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
