GravityThey were perfect, they were beautiful.Gravity
Another cloudy afternoon I find myself standing alone, falling free. So to speak. The cool breezes whisp my hair around my face and kill my voice, lure my soul away. I gaze around, statue-esque. Passersby don't spare a glance; I am instantly intangible. Like every other time. But I feel watched, I feel... Eyes boring holes through me, gaping holes. A piercing stare that exsanguinates far too slow to be any bit of comfortable.
They met in the middle of nowhere,
Well I've waited. Like I am, like I'll forever be doomed to. Alone on
