- we kissed like the only remaining air was past the barrier of our lips. we sighed into each others soul and felt a pain so sweet it was almost a pleasure to keep breathing...to keep living.
Over the weekend i visited the Tate Modern in London. The exhibitions are the same as when I went a couple of months ago which was dissapointing. But I did take a quick snap of my favourite poem on the wall. I've read it over 10 times, and I am ashamed to say that I… Continue reading Tate