Tender Senses

I write about my deepest desires, thoughts, and fears that I’ve kept a secret from the world 🌷

[untrustyou]

[just-shower-thoughts]

Women can literally grow other brains.

[tendersenses]

Are you alive or living?

- stranger @1:47 am

[tendersenses]

Half the world was sleeping but her.

Lying in the dark corner of her bedroom, she held her breath and stared at the small window just a couple of feet in front of her.

It was the night she would die.

She stood still- allowing herself a chance to surrender her thoughts to the black space engulfing her. Why was she nervous? The crime was inevitable.

Dust particles mocked her as she knew their existence was longer than hers.

Those futile seconds of wonder vanished as she felt the vibrations coming near her. The paper drawings on the walls danced on there own. No longer can she hear her own heart beat as the voice became louder- taunting her name and igniting her skin on fire.

And as it seemed conditioned to find her, the moonlight slipped in and filled the room with a silver dew.

Her time was up.

She couldn’t avert her eyes. She couldn’t scream even if she wanted to. Paralyzed with sweat trickling down her neck, she opened her mouth wide and—

[tendersenses]

I’m in love with the concept of love but at the same time I don’t want to be in love.