a thing. by J.W. Bouwman
writtenwren: spoken words whispered wishes confessed needs (shared glances that never quite hit the mark) a universe of imaginings the grooves of my fingertips nesting softly into yours (shared laughter that never quite synced) a chance meeting a chance confluence a chance departure (a fragile heart only breaking on the inside where no one who mattered could see)
Pollo Tropical makes every song sound like a little mermaid theme song.
Why am I here?