It's the kind of kiss that inspires stars to climb into the sky and light up the world.
I want your mind. Your strength. I want to be worth your time.
And some days I wonder why I insist on keeping myself alive.
I tuck caution into my pocket and hope I can reach for it if I need to.
Hope. It's like a drop of honey, a field of tulips blooming in the springtime. It's a fresh rain, a whispered promise, a cloudless sky, the perfect punctuation mark at the end of a sentence. And it's the only thing in the world keeping me afloat.
I love walking into a bookstore. It's like all my friends are sitting on shelves, waving their pages at me.