I was a constellation, you held me so tight in the orbits of your body. O' Father, I miss you terribly; too much that I've become a fallen star.. && although I inhaled your words and exhaled stardust, I cannot get this bitter taste from my tongue.
Blue eyes had been fixed on the other’s before Madge finally spoke. The words that had f l o a t e d from her mouth fabricated a sentence not even SHE could predict.
❝ Someone mentioned you have a talent for tattoo design. Is that true? ❞
“I do. I’d be even better with the right tools.”
Metaphorically speaking, Chrysta’s hands were tied tighter than a prisoner’s shackles; whereas her attention remained as docile as ever. Some things never change.