Apr 30, 2014
April 29
I once told you I wanted to chase sunsets with you. Watch moonbeams tickle eyelashes, music flying out windows, create and explore. Playing at gods and children. We fed each other. Drained each other. Illness's greatest weapon is blindness and we pulled it over our faces for her willingly. Stumbling through each others hearts bulls in china shops our best talent was always destroy. Until silence ate everything like a jealous child we withered. Talking around everything, unwilling to wound, instead let infections spread. The cost of blindness, stubbornness, and silence. #napowrimo2014