It was a blurry night wasn't it? Some sporadic off-the-mill kind of evening where we're just waiting for something to happen. And when it did, it was two lips ravaging each other after hours and hours of pauses, subtle touches, slow hand held and quiet stares.

I was waiting all night for this to happen. That's what you told me when we finally got the chance to get away from your friends and be on our own at a busy corner in hopes no familiar faces would see us.

Perhaps I felt the same and in that moment I heard nothing but the sound of my body craving for your every touch and every kiss; consuming me, drowning me.

photo by anonymous

I find myself in this stillness, words echoing at the background, hearing words I've heard before but refuse to believe. What was that again? That you'll prove me wrong? That it's not all lies, pain and deceit? I could turn a blind eye and a deaf ear on all those words I've heard before.

But instead you held my hand and just like that, my fingers find themselves meeting yours, filling in every gap like it knows every line and every space that makes up for something I don't even know. Perhaps the stars are playing tricks on me, or perhaps it was my heart.

photo by anonymous

Who: Sandra
What: Goodbye August Party

"Hey, what's wrong?" Those were the words he utter to me as we briefly saw each other at friend's party. He must have read the sadness and dismay on my face. "I don't think I could do this anymore." I said and with just that I left things hanging with no site of going back.

Disclaimer: These are not my personal story. This is just how I interpret the photos.

Photo by sandra

I literally just discovered this song yesterday and it's been on reply on my playlist. Amazing slow song just the way I like it.



photo by the japanese house