you never believed me when i told you you were consistent composer of noise. your entire being was wholeheartedly dedicated to making sounds, even when the world around you was hushed, silent, mute. your breathing was always a constant hum on my chest as i held you to me. your heartbeat that bumped against me reminded me of your aliveness, your loudness. when i pulled you towards the couch, your footsteps were heavy on the wood floor. the old, ratty couch you insisted on getting off the side of the road creaked as we flopped on to it, your body on top of mine. your throat made noise as you started hummming a nameless tune. i rocked you in my arms and once again the couch began to protest any pressure against its dirty skin.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
float
De Todo[finished] thoughts are whispers floating in the wind, capturing every part of our being in the way only we know [lowercase intended]
