by untappedinkwell She looked over the edge and took a deep breath. It had been ages since she’d tried this. Did she even remember how? She thought she did. It couldn’t be that hard, stepping forward, bending the knees, and pushing off into the air… it was just one tiny jump, wasn’t it? It didn’t even seem that high that she’d be jumping from. She just needed to do it. She didn’t even need a...
to breathe is an oxymoron.
by spindrift what is this, phantom limb to be found. it’s profound to think you’re still in my life buggering around thinking you know me, when you didn’t take a second of time to discover a single thing, beside the fact i can rhyme terribly sometimes. and you wonder why i rage over text to you late at night, when i try with all my might to fight the urge. and yet somehow, i can’t. i type...