You make me want to write about my fondness for yellow traffic lights and my unexplainable pleasure when the clock ticks 11:11 pm. You make me smile by wording your life the way I long to write my own. My mind and hands ache to write as I take in the descriptions of blueberries in cream, hot summer mornings, furry teeth, and being more alone yet content with someone you do not love.

For urging me to write, I will speak of you to whomever will listen....

someday these words will surge from me, and then, I will be whole.


  • Luna Kay
  • Wocket

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