I'm Still Here
It's been a while I promise you that I'm still here, not just the vague iris of a memory, the superimposition of the impossible or a dream that cannot be touched or changed, led back to get bliss featherweight against your skin as softly and warmly as the very first time you began to helplessly bloom open to me. It wasn't just wine and shadows in winter or the electric thrill of someone so new, the alien tremble of an unfamiliar body openi...