Are you showing me love"

 

In a minute everything will be wet. One word and one touch and the earth will shrink, scream and tremble and spill its thoughts onto a milky shake valley.

A drop, substance time, magic spells and fireworks will dry all the impulse of hunger that's burning inside of her. Her furiousity to say and to kiss a word, her search to touch and to feel a touch on the love act of consume will run fast and vanish quickly. 

She'll sleep like an angel for long hours and will be floating in a milky shake dream and lost in her last delights of the passed night.

For now she's still smiling and blinking her eyes.

Tomorrow, sorrow, guilty and a smile will be consuming her inside.

Her eyes will be open in her thoughts and closed in her body.

Talk to me

Good morning and yeah, I'm still alive.

Say it to me.