to fall : six words

the words fell from my fingers


last train

when you run i run
after you last time last train
last breath we made it


now we drive past

missed the train on purpose waited for the next : flirted with disaster in shadows of the light at the end of the tunnel

..and six more

as august drifts closer to september--

six words times two


the wind touches then leaves-- fall---


pages rustle as we write stories



{thanks for all the support in my absence my dear friends you are much appreciated. i finally updated all 3 blogs today and you can read a bit more about my absence here or here. back soon}

big kiss. x c