It’s funny how a heart grows; shifts and shivers, braced against the wind and how your name goes running through my head when I’m awake and I’m aware of every sidelong glance you seem to throw my way.
If I could shak…
Somewhere, someone cautiously hangs up the phone in the dark. Somewhere, someone sits and wonders up at the sky from the safety of their porch. And I think that somewhere, someone floats their hand out the window and f…
