Melita
yes, yes, I am wild
I am the wind that makes breathing hard
I am the wind that makes breathing hard
Agreements fostered in the form of nods over soap bubbles and dish towels; wondering if he wanted to inspect it afterwards to see how shitty it would come out, or something else altogether. It could’ve been lifetimes of memories and pieces, portions, lost to the wind and air – but Melita would make sure she would embody them all as best she could. “All right,” she nodded, because she’d be there too.
From there, they could finish out on everything else – with some feet forward to the future. At least, a little less bitter from the Honeybee’s end.
And no one had been stabbed – except for the steak.
{FIN}
From there, they could finish out on everything else – with some feet forward to the future. At least, a little less bitter from the Honeybee’s end.
And no one had been stabbed – except for the steak.
{FIN}
I am the ocean and the battered shore
I will be the passion of thunder, a howl of fury
I will be the passion of thunder, a howl of fury
