I Fell in Love with Hope

by Lancali

“It’s snow,” he whispers. He runs his touch up my spine, reverberating with chuckles. “It’s only snow.” Cool and delicate, snow falls to my lips. “Is snow ours too?” I ask. “Yes,” he says, his mouth against my neck. “Everything is ours.” “Thank you.” My fingers tangle in his hair. “For the everything.”

Time, disease, and death are the greatest thieves in the world.

i have no words this is so raw

Disease is greedy. It takes pieces of you until you no longer recognize yourself,

Humans have a knack for self-destruction. Only those of us who love broken things will ever know why.

Paper is my heart. Pens are my veins. They return words I stole, blood to paint a scene.