My passion for writing is built from the foundations of marvellous wonder I hold for the intricate art form that is the English Language. I'm a tad socially inept but nonetheless passionate and pretentious
It is an exhilarating feeling when you want nothing more than to be swallowed up by a persons presence- not in the way that the floor would if you were particularly embarrassed but in the way that...
I have always found that the minor and minute details about a person have been the things that attract me most to them.
He lay there, the giant cavity in his chest was sucking all the oxygen out of the air before he had a chance to breath it in to allow his body to function, he felt his lungs spasm as they clawed...
She lay there and gazed upwards at the spiralling and swirled pattern dancing with fatigue across her ceiling with nothing but him occupying her every thought, her every molecule, her every moment.
Unfortunately I don't know what to do with the memory of you; Burning it feels like three whole years of my life has just been flushed away, including the good because you were never all bad.
Has it ever occurred to you, like it has me, how much the night sky does observe. How many dark secrets, passionate moments, mundane tasks are revealed in its presence.