I breathe softly and watch the morphing patterns.
I have something I must tell you for its eating at me.
You and I, we're a Godless religion.
Dear future lover, I hope you're lying in bed next to me as you read this. I hope we have a soft, comfortable bed and I hope you understand why you're my pillow halfway through the night. I know for a fact that I sleep on the left and I'm assuming that you know why. … Continue reading #Day 811: From Me To You