audiophile, bibliophile, selenophile, & pluviophile. i write songs and poems and such.
He had always seen her; felt her radiance on warm summer nights and her chilling penetration during a crisp winter’s dusk. But he hadn’t ever noticed her. It wasn’t until he was walking home on the eve of his seventeenth birthday, when his attention diverted toward the sky in response to a brisk breeze that caught his senses off guard.
By Anna7 years ago in Humans