what if all our emotions are ust amalgamations of others? that certain feelings mix like primary colours to make new ones?

her chin was resting on the dip in the top of my guitar, her head tilted but eyes still on me. Eyes like moons; round, grey, and -despite having no glow of their own- stealing sunlight and claiming th...

Your Skin, your miles and miles of skin, are a forest of gentle dips and steep hills and