Leo9. 20. Women. Men.
Nude. Fashion. Skating.

Enter a room.


Liquid resolve floods my throat.

Secrets spilled.

Memories made.

Not the kind I wish to keep.

Burns and scars.

Wine stained lips.

Reminders of mistakes I’ve made.

Instant regret.

I want to sleep.

I hope to dream of better times.

Falling falling falling.

There are no branches here.

Or maybe I am blind.