Snowfall mutes the roar of the flames on my apartment to a soft and contented purr. I stand here numbly, not only from the cold, and watch my rent burn away.
By Asahel Spotten5 years ago in Humans
Some neon reflections are best left forgotten, and others are moments I still can’t recall. And honestly, there’s something wonderful in the way both of us cried when we started to fall.
By Asahel Spotten5 years ago in Poets
