May 27
And then she said…
And then she said… And then she said… And then she said… Readers are advised to listen to ‘Perfection’ by Clint Mansell I don’t even know her, and yet I want to be everything she is. She has no name, and yet she is more real than what I am. I don’t share any of her looks, and I am not her… …and yet, everytime she touches her lips, I consequently feel my lips pushed upon. I have never been anywhere near her, and yet, I feel I AM her… ..or, at the very least, I should BE her.

