No strings attached

27 Nov 2009

·hellfire

I watched her silhouette fade into the distance as charcoal sketches danced in the half-lit corners of my mind and strings were left unstrung neglected as I stood there foolish-arrogant and cursed with cowardly hands too slow to act upon my hearts desires for tomorrow has always been my solace until now….

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