15 December 2012
The ride. The walk. The jump. The rooftop. The second fall.
That kiss, oh god, that kiss. The inhales, the exhales. Those hands and these hands.
You to the right
Me to the left.
The jump, the steps, the walk, the ride. The goodbye that never ever seems to come from your lips, but from the disappearing of your skin.
Five • Opuss № I