inaneyeofthehurricane

the fire our fire everything we built from everything we had Our nothing. sparks flew around a conflagration, That was burning fire growing on the  liberated spirits once dying of pain -'18.12.13

It was that cold November night, under the lampost, we watched as the shooting star passed by, you wished for her, and I wished for your wish to come true, because inside me a little ray of hope had begun to grow.