filide in #hive-150329 • 26 days agoMy FeelingsA quiet storm opens in my chest whenever your memory drifts close. The air changes, softening as though it remembers something my body has not yet spoken. I carry these tremors…filide in #hive-173575 • 2 months agoMy FeelingsA quiet storm opens in my chest whenever your memory drifts close. The air changes, softening as though it remembers something my body has not yet spoken. I carry these tremors…filide in #hive-150329 • 2 months agoMy FeelingsA quiet storm opens in my chest whenever your memory drifts close. The air changes, softening as though it remembers something my body has not yet spoken. I carry these tremors…
