My thoughts and musings.
It's Always Leo Season
I’ve always enjoyed learning stuff about zodiac signs and how they apparently impact our lives. But I don’t know that I ever so much thought of it impacting mine, until I walked into a little coffee shop on Newbury Street, Boston. The door swung open and the little bell on the handle chimed a merry tune.
Pop-corn and a Three-way Anyone?
I'll preface this by saying. If you're a child, maybe don't read it. But what do I care? I'm not a cop. If you're easily offended by sex, maybe don't read it. If you're my mom, PLEASE just don't read it.
Piano Keys are Made of Bone
“Your thoughts are loud.” She said, cool grey eyes peering over her teacup. She sat in a tufted armchair that matched the rest of the house, which was seemingly out of a storybook with its grand chandeliers and cathedral ceilings, complete with perfect replicas of Michelangelo's Sistine Chapel. The tearoom was honestly the least grand in the whole house, and even it stood the test of time, as if you walked right into the Victorian era.
It was humid out. The kind of humid that sticks to your skin amongst the sweat and pollen. Uncomfortable really but much preferred to the brutal Massachusetts winters. Yellow-jackets buzzed around front porch lights and the laughter of little kids floated from back-yards.
I would steal the moon for you my love Can't you see that I would harness moonbeams to keep you I would rally their reflections and collect the stars off of lakes and ponds
"I've met you before." She whispers Not so much a whisper, but a hiss I knew I'd met her Deep in a hidden part of me A part that didn't want to remember such an introduction