Thinking about

Diana

An absolute power over the growing cold amidst all the scars, desire building in every bristling hair, one had to beware of something this size, tall, strong, and vibrant-eyed, burning in every note ringing against the vocal cords, filling the gaps. darkest parts of my soul yet there he was seeping through every word, breathing every note and drinking the whole melody to himself.

I shake my head dazedly.

We arrived at the apartment, unable to ignore the look of the two over my back any longer, not understanding what had happened. I wasn't even able to understand what happened, maybe it was the alcohol, admitting anything else is the same as looking forward to trouble. In such a corrupted person the descent into hell seems to be nice with that man wearing only a leather jacket and a pair of worn jeans, it was the reason for my breakdown. A body all worked out, sweaty and exuding danger, after all, I'm probably going to turn into a masochist.

I watched him from the moment he go