Nullsphere

There is sweetness in his kiss like none else I’ve ever had. In the deepest, darkest corners of my soul, a thirst awakes that nothing can slake. How blinding the bonds we set for ourselves and how sweet the release from them.

In the comforting darkness, my heart sees what my eyes cannot.

Twenty-five thousand and two hundred later, a cloud of questions flies. I watch the planes cutting through the cloudless sky and count the moments until I too will fly.

Author’s note: Will the asshole who stole my creativity come back? I write nothing but shite these days. kthxbye.