Echoes

About Me

This is for the two-year-olds who can not be understood because they speak half english and half god.

Blogs I follow:

1. Seventy-Seven

   the fire inside of us doesn’t always burn
   sometimes it just sits
   
   lightning flashes of nostalgia
   for something we’ve never known
   
   or maybe always have
   it’s heavy
   
   as silence
   
   sitting just the same
   under the influence of poetry
   
   and sangria-kisses
   strong enough
   
   to wipe away your trembles 
   while Time strains 
   
   
   but baby, we are ghost -
   anything more, now
   
   is just
   icing on our fingertips. 

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