Because it sounds like pain. And love. And yearning.
Kiss me to my core, paralyzing
Hold me where I’m sore, never minding
I don’t know your name or feel your shame
But I miss you like summer rain
I’m alive without you. -J
The human heart was—and remains—a mystery to me. But I’m learning. I have to. —Anthony Bourdain
Because it sounds like pain. And love. And yearning.
Kiss me to my core, paralyzing
Hold me where I’m sore, never minding
I don’t know your name or feel your shame
But I miss you like summer rain
I’m alive without you. -J