Hallway to my soul. Leave me in your white lines. Your inked memories that stained the pages of my mind. Marry me with illusions of love. Sweet and pure. Let it stain and strain as i fall into an abssy of fleur.
.picture by my talented hubs @chaseroflight Yup its hanging in our hallway
A tea shop;
A mom in need of a nap.
Friends catching up over lattes.
Friends with greys taking wefies.
A purple haired Nihon-jin pitching his ideas to voluptous ladies.
A girl scrolling through her feeds, as she feeds.
Stan Getz playing just for me.
My pen roaming and sipping on my tea.
The baby sleeps.
Those friends speak with animated gestures.
Those others greys took leave,
And that Nihon-jin still pitches to awestrucked sweeties.
The girl she continues to eat.