Opening a story file to work on it after not touching it for months.
What a nice compliment to come back to! While I’ve been on hiatus here I’ve been doing the music journalism thing with my friend and press partner. Working on some new creative stuff for you, so hang in there for now!
Words, man. Words.
Your arms slither around my waist
pressing me against you while
your breath and full lips
hover over my neck.
You smile against the nape
and whisper against my skin
in your husky voice
sweet nothings and erotic words.
You turn my head
to make my agates and your aquamarines
meet before you lean in and
finalize us with a kiss.
Then I awake.
Hey all! I know I’ve been gone for a little bit, so here’s something to come bouncing back. This is a review I’m the proudest of that I’d love all of you to read. I got a gig writing album reviews for a friend, so I would greatly appreciate the support!
Hoping I’ll be back here more often!
I honestly think that crying over a book is one of the most prominent sign of compassion for humanity. You’re crying over someone who isn’t really there, doesn’t really exist, but you still feel for them as if you have known them your entire life.