Wishful Thinking and Feelings
I imagine myself looking at someone, and wanting to embrace them. I let my hands trace over and up his arms, my hands pressed against is back and I hold him. I feel his arms wrap around my back and hold me close. I feel my cheek against his, and I feel warm. I wish…
It was different, will it always be like this?
So, yesterday, October 15, I slept at my friend Sam’s house. It was awesome, her dog loves me now, and I am so glad. She used to bark at me all the time and growl and just be, well Onyx (that’s her name). Then after that, we (Chris, her brother, Sam and I) all played Rock…