Soft.. Brilliant. A furnace of fire, built up and powerful; supernova held between our lips. Preciously kept, contained.. ..slight breath.. but a hunger pulls intense, begging, wanting freedom. Fire. All in these lips. ah... this kiss..
09.25.10
About Me
- ~Kristina~
- c4/c5 ambulatory spinal cord injured lady *** For the story of my accident, please read: http://thewanderingquad.blogspot.ca/2011/02/story-of-my-accident.html. *** Creative, chaotic, innocent and descriptive. Wisdom blooming, and I am forever reaching, grasping, yearning for the release of tacit expression. Lips tingling with an unrestrained tongue, my mind flashes insight and illustration, confusion and intention.. This, in a breeding desire to guide dandelion thoughts into a cohesion that clicks, interpretively, into place. So....I'm loony.
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