Heavy is the crown on a down trodden mind.
Heavier still is this world-wearied flesh on the throne before you.
When did it all become so heavy?
#whistpr
We had our own kind of magic
Built on laughter and drunken kisses
Is it love?
The fact that I can fade into you
Knowing that I'll reappear
With a soul that's a little lighter and my heart filled to the brim
#WrittenRiver 1563 and 1562