A moth compelled to flame. Acquainted with the pain of impulse, this fluttering heart falling soon vanquished wings extinguished on flights of an icarus infused dream. But willingly I impart my being to the gasoline soaked silk of desire. Call me naive, but call me by name as I die a little diving into nexus, feeling nothing but fire and life
Laura L (she/her)
@Loloflow · 0:34
Me? Oh, yes. I feel this deep in my bones. I love it. What was it? Icarus infused dream. What is it? If I must die, then let me live 100%. Thank you for this. I miss you on here. You must be busy right now, but always a joy to hear your riding and your beautiful delivery
It is so moving and so emotionally stirring and just speaks to me all of those moments of revelation and candor that come with love. I truly enjoyed this. Thank you so much for sharing it. You are a beautiful writer. Right?