Growth in love comes from a place of absence, where the imagination is left to it’s own devices and creates you to be much more then reality would ever allow.

“Maybe she had it wrong all this time and her empty heart could never be filled …”

“I shutter to think your demon fingers ever held my gentle skin. Your aged, jade…”

“I want your hand without the skin. Bone to bone without the molds. Mouth to mou…”

“We let ourselves loose on that simple blank piece of paper, and our bodies spil…”