Fleeting
A nostalgic memory haunts me.
It laces around my veins and squeezes tight.
There’s no pictures or sounds…
But the sensations are overpowering.
A conspiracy between psyche and body yet no clear answers to be found.
— Catloverr
A nostalgic memory haunts me.
It laces around my veins and squeezes tight.
There’s no pictures or sounds…
But the sensations are overpowering.
A conspiracy between psyche and body yet no clear answers to be found.
— Catloverr