His eyes expand, and my eyes nocturnal, and why am I so far away in la la land, if my soul is in here in his grasp?
I am nothing but every atom of his world, and yet he could live without me despite his passionate glaring of my nakedness, at night. Always at night.
He’s the taker of my breath, I am the provider of his reasons, and we are the lovers with no possessions but of love.
Uncle’s short video about taking a chance. Nunca sabes que puede ocurir.