Statuesque

I am pretty sure the bells are ringing and I am positive that I can hear the chorus singing.


The sun shines bright in the middle of winter and we all cry in unison.




The day was beautiful, so simply pretty and gray. For a few hours, I forgot about the phone call and your deep voice with all of it's cracks. It was gone and you were gone and I could breathe.

I turned the page of my book and you were there again. Standing right in front of me with those eyes and that hair and your white leather shoes. My eyes closed against my will, like you were the sun and I was me. Just me.