Coffee GrinderRain trickled like small rivers down the windows as Clara sighed blue smoke over her outstretched arm. It rained a little the day of Anjali’s funeral too, she remembered; but not like this. This was real rain that might as well have been drowning the unlit room. Stabbing the cigarette out she could see their friends, Anjali’s and hers. Keira’s smile: it had been a while since she had really seen those lips up-curved. A final push and twist, the last choking smoke, and she saw Tariq’s eyes. They were full of forged joy as he greeted friends who arrived on that damp afternoon. His eyes are his sister’s eyes. Clara cringed as she relived that laCoffee Grinder
hello,hello
Yearning
--
---
Ah, pillow gun. Where danger and comfort meet. Two hundred thread count, meet two hundred dead count.
Hogwarts Live!
--
I want to live a happy love.
Swan dive into a daydream.
I wish you could feel me around you.
For I feel you inside of me.
--
"Wake up! just close your eyes.. i wanted to tell you, i think i'm ready, i'm ready to free fall in the unknown."-Bohemianpoets.
I love your pix.
--
Previous Page12345...Next Page