“We talk about it all night long, we define our moral ground, but when I crawl into your arms, everything, it comes tumbling down.” (#ThrowbackThursday – old writing of mine) Untitled  by me originally written in September 2004 You may think I forget how your name looks written next to mine the way our words overlap intertwine in an echo of footsteps and story tales the sound of laughter sewn together into a blanket of stars I still re-read the letters spot you between the lines an unspoken language dream speak you may think I forgot how to make your soul … Continue reading We make a little history :: SOTD