My skin is sensitive. My feet are tingling and my arms are weightless. So weightless. I am a feather. Blow. It's cold against my skin, erecting the hairs on the back of my neck. There is life in my veins,and those ants keep crawling up my legs. Close the doors, and turn on the red light. I fall back landing in slow motion, bouncing twice on the bed. Take deep breaths that seem to last a life time/lets forget about time though, lets forget about the seconds, and just breathe in.

Kiss | Me