Evaporate...

And one day it will resurface. One day, the chains will break and it will rise up again. Floating gently. Laughing mercilessly. Making you run for cover.


But where will you hide?


The sound of a fast train. The smallness of the room. The not-so-broken bones.


It's everywhere.


You can't hide a dead body forever, even in the wide blue ocean. It will rise up.

Up.


Up.


Up.

Pillow Talk...

Love does a lot of things - good and bad. But what most people will not tell you is that love makes you forget who you are.


You're not a couple. You're an individual loving another individual.

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