These days,
Jake feels like cellophane when he's with me,
He's transparent, but rustling with secrets,
Each movement a whispered confession.
I can see right through him,
But the edges are blurred,
I can hear what he's saying,
But there's distortion in the words.
...
Quick writer query: how do you all feel about the intervals? Are you enjoying them? Do you want more/less? Let me know!
- Skylar xx