In a world of text messages, WhatsApp, 280 characters, snap chats and emails, I feel like a long handwritten letter.
There are some people whose touch you would want embedded in your skin,
Tracing fingers on your body and feel the caluses of their thumb,
Of how their breath felt against your neck and made your skin tingle,
Then there are those, whose very thought makes you shudder
Forcing you to take respite under a cold shower and pumice them off your life
– Midnight Musings
For then I realised that addiction didn’t require a glass of whiskey nor a pack of cigarettes when it was easy getting drunk on the words we once spoke and delusional on the conversations we may never have.
– Midnight Thoughts