Stumbling a little :: song of the day


Sometimes a kiss starts something, sometimes a kiss is an ending, and sometimes a kiss should have been some kind of warning. Then there are the kisses that time finally allowed, that confess something that was held back for so long, the kinds of kisses that mean movement forward, kisses that are promises without words. Kissing is one of my most favorite things, and this is a song that reminds me of losing time in a kiss.

Teardrop on the fire of a confession,
feathers on my breath,
most faithful my love.”

Teardrop :: Massive Attack

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